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No heroes by David Morgan and Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Own
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No heroes By David Morgan (Sea Harrier pilot, Royal navy) There were no heroes here Amongst the men who tramped through Rutted, quaking moor, Or crawled, cat-silent, Over skittering scree To prove the way. No heroes fought the blazing fires Which sucked the very blood from Ship and man alike. Or braved knife cold Without a thought To save a life No heroes they, but ones who loved Sweet life and children's laugh, And dreamt of home When war allowed. They were but men. Dulce et Decorum Est By Wilfred Owen 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...
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