"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 life...
Dim, through the misty panes and think green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning."
Reading this and more poems by Siegfried Sassoon show me that the descriptions of the horrific manner of which real people died in war can be in some perverse way expressed artistically. It strikes me as being really ironic that the above description is beautifully expressed but the subject if horiffic even years after this event must have happened. Thanks mum for another dose of horror. Hardly surprises me to find that these two specific poets actually went 'mad'....which is where I think I am headed!!
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