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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.
(extract of poem written between October 1917 and March 1918)
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
The Latin
title of this poem means "Sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country."
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