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dulce et decorum est.

2013-04-17 18:33:01 UTC

by Wilfred Owen, a poem on war, back in the olden days.

2013-04-17 18:34:24 UTC

this shows a dirty, homless people, struggling on their own, in pain.

2013-04-17 18:39:10 UTC

its almost like you can hear the knees knocking, banging together.

2013-04-17 18:45:40 UTC

it seems like as soon as they turn a blind eye, they get shot... not a very nice way to die.

2013-04-17 18:48:46 UTC

they're all marching, they look really tired, as if they had been walking for ages, walking miles without break.

2013-04-17 18:52:05 UTC

it looks rather misty and dark, like the mist is closing in on them... as if they cant see what their doing, what is in the distance.

2013-04-17 18:56:02 UTC

the terrible sight of some of the soldiers that were unfortunate and got killed reminds you of a devil

2013-04-17 19:02:22 UTC

death lay everywhere, all over the trenches and no mans land... its horrible to see innocent men die this way.