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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: rogwar on May 25, 2009, 10:32:01 PM
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In closing this Memorial Day weekend there is a painting that always brings home the horrors of war and the respect deserved by those who were there....
2000 Yard Stare inspired by the Battle for Peleliu
(http://www.ww2gyrene.org/assets/Lea_1.jpg)
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Why is he looking at me? :eek:
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The book I recently bought on Iwo has pics of guys with that look.
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To me, nothing surpasses the art/literature that came out of WW1:
(http://www.art-ww1.com/tableau/094orpe.jpg)
William Orpen
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DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
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.
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
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To me, nothing surpasses the art/literature that came out of WW1:
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The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
- Wilfred Owen
For those who have forgotten their Latin, it loosely translates to:
How sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country