Trench Warfare

Trench Warfare — page 3
DULCE ET DECORUM EST Gas Gas Quick boys An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound ring like a man in fire or lime Din through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea I saw him drowning In all my dreams before my helpless sight It was technically spring but the weather had been slow to warm up in Ypres This meant the temperature quickly dropped in the late afternoon There was only a slight breeze when the men noticed a mist forming along the German trenches The greenish yellow cloud seemed to rise up out of the ground It grew taller and slowly blotted out the sunlight as it rolled toward the French line The vapor followed the ground closely filling shell holes and other indentations while continuing forward with the breeze It was like nothing these soldiers had ever seen before and they watched it He plunges at me guttering choking drowning Many soldiers used poetry to describe what they experienced throughout the war This excerpt of Dulce et Decorum Est written by British soldier Wilfred Owen followed a gas attack similar to the one at Ypres His Latin title is part of a saying from a poem that was written by the ancient Roman author Horace Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori Translated it means It is sweet and right to die for your country curiously As it enveloped the first few men the trapped soldiers choked and fought to breathe Their fellows watched as the vapor's victims staggered out of the cloud blinded and coughing Their chests