Sweet and Lovely to Die for one's Country

My last post wasn't meant to be a poem. To correct my friend.
I think I wrote it that way because I was happy, and that the nostalgia had made its way in my mind through the English Literature work I've been doing.

Well anyway, today's EngLit discussion was on 'An Indiscreet Journey', one of the infamously difficult short stories by Katharine Mansfield. Set in the First World War, a story of a young risktaker who goes to the frontlines in wartime France.
When we came across this part where came a blind man, who seems to be suffering from the effects of war, Mr Whitehead told us something we didn't realise.

MrW: "Why is the man blind, with watery eyes and is coughing?"
Our answers range from gunfire to gunpowder to explosions, but all of these weren't the case.
Mr W then wrote down in the whiteboard: MUSTARD GAS, and below CHLORINE GAS. Both will result in terrible effects to your eyes and lungs.

He then wrote again in the whiteboard:
"Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria mori."
"How sweet and lovely it is to die for your country."

He recommended we read Wilfred Owen's Dulce et decorum est poem to read about the horrors of these gas attacks and its effects. I read it, of course, and I'll try to post the poem soon in this blog.


p.s. I plan to make a new blog where i can post poems for my own satisfaction, and to help with the 'E's I've been getting for my poem assignments. eheh