English 111 Week 1 Discussion Paraphrase Poem: Dulce et Decorum Est By Wilfred Owen 1893-1918 We are bent over, exhausted like beggars carrying their sacks.We are all sick and exhausted, and cursed as we made our way through the sludge.At the end of the battle, we turned our backs from the war.Walking back to the base was very tiresome, but there was no other way.Many of the men were sleeping while they were walking, and many of them had lost their boots.Without their boots, they limped on their bloody feet and started to become crippled (lame) and blind.We had become so overcome with fatigue, and started to become deaf.We became deaf and blind and oblivious to the gas shells dropping because we were so tired and drained. Gas! GAS! Get out of there! As we struggle to get on the gas masks (helmets) in time. But we hear someone yelling and stumbling.He is screaming as if he is on fire.I can see him very dimly, through the misty panes and thick green light from the gas and the mask.Under the
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