By Wilfred Owen
Paraphrase: Walking slowly and crippled like old people,we kept on moving. We ignored the flares of war behind us, our hope being the rest we shall soon have. some of us were so tired, we might as well been asleep while marching. Some of us had lost our shoes, but kept on going. We were all very oblivious, especially of the gun shots happening behind us,we didn't care anymore, just kept going. Then the gas bomb came down, We all hurried to put on our helmets, and just in time. Everybody.... except one. He was still yelling, stumbling around, as he started to drown. I could see him through the green of my mask, just like drowning in the ocean. But even though I could see him, I couldn't help him, as he darted at me on his death bed.
If in a nightmare, you could also see what we saw as we threw his body in the wagon. The blank, white eyes in his face, the tortured look on his face, and if you could hear the blood continue coming from his lungs. So obscene and bitter and completely incurable, even for the most innocent of people, you would not tell the youth of our nation, desperate to be responsible for a glory, that there is glory in war, because that is a lie.
Ocassion: Death and suffering during World War I.
Title: The title reflects part of a phrase that means it is good to go to war and die for ones country which the poet is trying to prove wrong. Tone: Horrific, truthful, critical
Theme: To witness death during war is horrific and dying for ones country is not what people make it sound like. Speaker: The poem is written by a soldier, in first person.
The poem "Dulce Et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen was written by a soldier during World War I. The rhetorical strategy used in this poem is...