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All those unacquainted with this day of commemoration should turn to the literature of that time period.
Remarque's All Quiet On The Western Front (or watch the movie)
It's not a war book driven by the politics of war - rather, the fictional story revolves around the lives of a few men who lived through the horrors of the trenches in WWI
The book was banned by the Nazis who attempted to glorify war. Any copy of it found was burned because the story explicitly depicts the actual horror of war. A really good read imo
In Flanders Fields is a beautiful poem.
My favourite of the war poet's is Wilfred Owen
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 disappointed shells 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 floundering 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.
(the last line is latin: "it is right and proper to die for your country")
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| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
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Some dance to remember ~ Some dance to forget
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