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https://www.theatrecloud.com/news/sassoon-and-owen-a-meeting-that-changed-the-course-of-literature

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

https://alphahistory.com/worldwar1/war-poets/ (for picture)

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Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand,
Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.
Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win
Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin
They think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,
And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain,
Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.

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both men wrote some of the most famous poems of world war 1

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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

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.—

Dim 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,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

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.

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During active service, both men endured traumatic experiences, but whilst Owen became neurasthenic, Sassoon became disillusioned with the conduct of the war. In July 1917, his infamous Finished with War: A Soldier’s Declaration was published in The Times, outlining his anger at the War Office for the “callous complacence” with which they treated the British soldiers. In an attempt to discredit Sassoon’s views, he was falsely diagnosed as neurasthenic and sent to Craiglockhart War Hopsital in Edinburgh, where Owen was receiving treatment.

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During active service, both men endured traumatic experiences, but whilst Owen became neurasthenic, Sassoon became disillusioned with the conduct of the war. In July 1917, his infamous Finished with War: A Soldier’s Declaration was published in The Times, outlining his anger at the War Office for the “callous complacence” with which they treated the British soldiers. In an attempt to discredit Sassoon’s views, he was falsely diagnosed as neurasthenic and sent to Craiglockhart War Hopsital in Edinburgh, where Owen was receiving treatment.

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He was educated at Shrewsbury Technical School and passed the entrance exam for the University of London, but could not afford the fees to attend. Owen was working as a tutor at the Berlitz School of Languages in Bordeaux, France when war broke out; he did not rush to enlist, and even considered the French army, but eventually enlisted in October 1915 at the age of twenty-two, before receiving his commission into the Manchester Regiment in June 1916.

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He was educated at Marlborough College before reading History at Clare College, Cambridge between 1905 and 1907. A keen sportsman, he often played cricket alongside Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes. He was commissioned into the 3rd Battalion of the Royal Welch Fusiliers in May 1915, at the age of twenty-eight.

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Siegfried wrote aggressively passionate poems that received critical acclaim