Skypin with my son (cont.)
Dad: Fair enough. Just sayin'. You should also consider that 2% doesn't sound a lot, but for every million men, it means 20000 looked like that.
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,
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.
Son: yeah dad we learnt about Wilfred Owen 4 months ago also we learnt about Siegfried Sassoon so hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm one step ahead of u
lol rekt by a 12 year old
Dad: so I'm rekt and should stfu?
Son: yes
Dad: you read it, but did you understand it?
Son: yes, that's why we go to school
Dad: you go to school, yes, but did you understand it?
Son: define understand
Dad: tell me what you got from it
Son: I got that war is hell and that nobody should have to experience something as bad as it no matter what
but I knew that before reading the poem
so stfu
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,
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.
Son: yeah dad we learnt about Wilfred Owen 4 months ago also we learnt about Siegfried Sassoon so hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm one step ahead of u
lol rekt by a 12 year old
Dad: so I'm rekt and should stfu?
Son: yes
Dad: you read it, but did you understand it?
Son: yes, that's why we go to school
Dad: you go to school, yes, but did you understand it?
Son: define understand
Dad: tell me what you got from it
Son: I got that war is hell and that nobody should have to experience something as bad as it no matter what
but I knew that before reading the poem
so stfu
