(pets among the trenches by Stanley L Wood, from ‘the war to end all wars’)
“If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.” Wilfred Owen
(Remembrance from The Dangerous Book of Heroes by Graeme Neil Reid, borrowed from the Scotch Corner comics collective blog)
Wed, Nov 11, 2009
Comics and cartoons