Dulce et Decorum Est

• Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the sludge,
• All went lame; all blind;
• As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
• He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
• Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
• The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.