{"id":1103,"date":"2005-11-11T08:35:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-11T16:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?p=1103"},"modified":"2010-09-29T18:30:51","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:30:51","slug":"we-remember-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?p=1103","title":{"rendered":"We Remember…."},"content":{"rendered":"

Wilfred Owen<\/span>
Dulce Et Decorum Est<\/span><\/p>\n

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,<\/span>
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,<\/span>
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs<\/span>
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.<\/span>
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots<\/span>
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;<\/span>
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots<\/span>
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,<\/span>
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;<\/span>
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling<\/span>
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–<\/span>
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light<\/span>
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.<\/span><\/p>\n

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,<\/span>
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.<\/span><\/p>\n

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace<\/span>
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,<\/span>
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,<\/span>
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;<\/span>
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood<\/span>
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,<\/span>
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud<\/span>
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–<\/span>
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest<\/span>
To children ardent for some desperate glory,<\/span>
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est<\/span>
<\/span>
Pro patria mori.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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