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Dulce et Decorum Est
| Question | Answer |
|---|---|
| Bent... | double like old beggars under sacks |
| Coughing... | like hags |
| Haunting | flares |
| Sludge.... | and trudge |
| Men... | marched asleep |
| All went... | lame; all blind |
| Drunk... | with fatigue |
| Gas... | GAS! Quick boyes! - An ecstasy of fumbling |
| clumsy... | helmets |
| As under... | a green sea, I saw him drowning |
| He plunges... | at me, guttering, choking, drowning |
| If you... | could hear at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth -corrupted lungs |
| Obscene... | as cancer |
| 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 |
| Who wrote the poem? | Wilfred Owen |