I Remember…

“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”
~ Wilfred Owen

19 thoughts on “I Remember…

  1. He said it all didn’t he? There’s that which we hear on the streets (battle cries with much zeal) …and then there’s the reality on the field. Nothing good about war. And a salute to those brave enough to protect us.

  2. It seems like we’ve got to (or think we’ve got to) make a Sacrament out of dying for the fatherland in order to guarantee somebody is willing to go fight next time the powerful get into an argument with the powerful of some other place.

    People who have been there, like Wilfred, seem to see this better than anyone. Smedley Butler, the most decorated Marine ever, worded it not as poetically as Wilfred but pretty well nonetheless: “War is a racket.”

    • Thank you for making me laugh. I didn’t think I could ever laugh at a comment made on this post. But to read you say, “Smedley Butler, the most decorated Marine ever…” brought memories. If you had added a “MA’AM!” at the end of the comment, I might’ve thought you a recruit practicing his knowledge, lol! Ah, the good, old boot camp days… before brave girls and boys truly get to understand the dark and bloody guts of the monster they are readying themselves for.

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