Dulce et Decorum Est

“Now, I see that some of you fear to go forward to fight for our king. If it was in the brave days of Osei Tutu, Okomfo Anokye, and Opoku Ware I, chiefs would not sit down to see their king to be taken away without firing a shot. No European could have dared speak to chiefs of Asante in the way the governor spoke to you this morning. Is it true that the bravery of Asante is no more? I cannot believe it. It cannot be! I must say this: if you, the men of Asante, will not go forward, then we will. We, the women, will. I shall call upon my fellow women. We will fight! We will fight till the last of us falls in the battlefields.”
-Yaa Asentewaa 
“Beware the fury of the patient.”
“I can hear you. The rest of the world can hears you. And the people who knocked down these buildings will hear all of us soon.”
George W. Bush, in a megaphone to 9/11 rescue workers
“He who sheds his blood with me today is my brother.”
William Shakespare 
“…Fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
“…Together we shall save our planet, or together, we shall perish in it’s flames.”
J.F.K on nuclear disarmament
“Though Gods they were, as men they died.”
Francis Beaumont, On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey

Dulce et Decorum Est
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 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.

The Brothers: John Foster Dulles, Allen Dulles, and Their Secret World War, Stephen Kinzer – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-brothers-stephen-kinzer/1114258463?ean=9781250053121#productInfoTabs

The Killing Series, Bill O’Reilly – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/killing-the-rising-sun-bill-oreilly/1123477126?ean=9781627790628#productInfoTabs

Omar Fast – http://www.art21.org/artists/omer-fast

Catch 22 – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0065528/

A Solider’s Story – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088146/

Cat’s Cradle – https://www.amazon.com/Cats-Cradle-Novel-Kurt-Vonnegut/dp/038533348X

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