16 January 2007

Still Grateful

Another car bomb in Baghdad. This time it is directed at the University. So far the count is 60 dead and 110+ injured. And the count of grateful people continues: UN reports in excess of 34,000 Iraqi civilians killed in 2006


If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
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.

8 October 1917 - March, 1918

1 DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country.


Dexter said...

How very true . War is unchanging in this regard. The soldier that wrote this knew this , too.

Jamie said...

you made me realize that I hadn't given credit. His name is Wilfred Owen and the whole poem plus a link to a biography can be found at