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Lest We Forget

Canadian tomb of the unknown soldier covered with poppies for Remembrance Day
Benoit Rochon [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)]

On November 11, the day the guns of World War I fell silent in 1918, we mark Remembrance Day to remember and honour all those who have sacrificed their lives for our freedom.

Wilfred Owen served in the British forces in WWI, and wrote poetry about what he saw.  He was killed in action a week before the armistice.  I first read his poetry in my first year English class in university, and it’s the most moving war poetry I’ve ever read, so I thought I’d share some of it today.

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for those who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them from prayers or bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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,
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 [sweet and fitting it is]
Pro patria mori. [to die for one’s country]

Poppies for Remembrance day
Image by Rebekka D from Pixabay

This is a stanza from Lawrence Binyan’s For The Fallen that is often read at Canadian Remembrance Day ceremonies:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

And finally, this image comes from the Canadian War Museum:

Illustrated version of the poem In Flanders Fields

11 thoughts on “Lest We Forget”

  1. Great poems! I’m sure this doesn’t compare, but I’ve always loved the lyrics to Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits:

    These mist covered mountains
    Are a home now for me
    But my home is the lowlands
    And always will be
    Someday you’ll return to
    Your valleys and your farms
    And you’ll no longer burn to be
    Brothers in arms

    Through these fields of destruction
    Baptisms of fire
    I’ve witnessed your suffering
    As the battle raged high
    And though they did hurt me so bad
    In the fear and alarm
    You did not desert me
    My brothers in arms

    There’s so many different worlds
    So many different suns
    And we have just one world
    But we live in different ones

    Now the sun’s gone to hell and
    The moon’s riding high
    Let me bid you farewell
    Every man has to die
    But it’s written in the starlight
    And every line in your palm
    We’re fools to make war
    On our brothers in arms

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