Wilfred Owen is one of my favourite poets. He lived through the terrors of the 1st World War and was killed right at the end. He saw terrible things and suffered post traumatic stress. He also wrote the most moving poems about the reality and horrors of war. Nobody has done it better. I am always moved by graphic depictions. They are real. He captures it.
He went to war full of ideals of chivalry, bravery and idealism. He saw the slaughter and reality and realised it was all a lie – one big lie. There is nothing noble or valiant about dying for someone else’s ideas of what is right. War is about power
This poem captures the unglamorous reality of the weariness, fear, terror and disgusting degradation and dehumanisation of war.
When I ran the Remembrance Service at school this is the poem I read. There were some who said it was too graphic. How can war be talked about in kind words?
Lest we forget.
Dulce et Decorum Est