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Posted: 11/26/2003 11:50:38 PM EDT
Dulce et decorum EST pro patria mori, dammit! At least it is when the fatherland stands for democracy and freedom! What would you rather do, kick out at 90 in a nursing home? It takes capital to buy progress, and the currency of progress for humanity is human lives! Always has been and will be for the foreseeable future.

Sorry, drunk and ruminating on a poem I first encountered many years ago in the introduction to a Harold Coyle novel:


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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
Pro patria mori.
Link Posted: 11/26/2003 11:52:26 PM EDT
Just getting home from the bar? Happy Thanksgiving.
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