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  • The centuries will burn rich loads with which we groaned, whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, while songs are crooned; but they will not dream of us poor lads, left in the ground.

  • this poem is somewhere on a hot road in Flanders, in the endless landscape of that flat bit of the world. Its young men, wounded, headed to a medic station behind the lines when they're hit. I don't know why but ahts always hows its felt to me. Plastic and sweat and death. I sometimes think its no bad thing Owen didn't live to see the end of the war and the depression afterwards, how would he have written of the grandure of dying of starvation on the unemployment line not the front line?

  • Great poem.

  • Good vid Friend...im sorry for you losses...

  • metabob, i like you, why don't you make more videos?

  • amazing video from metasnob

  • Owen is arguably THE BEST War Poet . certainly the MOST TRAGIC falling as he did only days before the War ended.

    but I rather like Strange Meeting penned only days before he fell

    Strange Meeting really resonates for me because my great grandfather had a Strange Meeting with a German Soldier in 1916. Strange Meeting suggests there may be an afterlife where everything is explained - everything FORGIVEN - but NOTHING captures the PITY that is WAR quite like DULCE ET DECORUM EST

  • like yur grandfather my great grandfather fought in the War To End All Wars...and survived...and he passed down stories...stories that were repeated to me when I was a kid ardent for some desperate glory...like the time he met a German soldier about his own age - 18 - in a trench in France and shot him ...just because his finger happened to be on the trigger...if it hadn't been there I wouldn't be here and you wouldn't be reading this

  • "an old guy moment" will remember that.

  • Beautiful Bob, like someone else pointed out.

    those were words that needed to be said

  • Thx for the upload very important message.

  • They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

    Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.

    At the going down of the sun and in the morning

    We will remember them.

  • contemn = condemn

  • I can relate to what you have said.

  • Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

  • Yeah... "What if they gave a war and nobody came?" I remember that poster from when I was a kid. Forty years of wars ago.

  • Glad for the re-post... and... I was just thinking about you today.  I'm glad you are still out there.

  • Thanks. I watch all your videos and five star them. It embarrasses me that I don't comment... I don't know why I don't, or how to...

    You breezed right past Santa Monica on you trip! We could have met. Oh well.

  • I had no idea an entire warship could be degaussed.

  • See tinyurl p3wfg9

  • Amazing! Who knew?

  • "...this remarkable increase in killing are desensitization, conditioning, and denial defense mechanisms."

    "I am reported to have loved him."

    You quietly understand, and are quietly understood. Thanks for the video.

  • Thanks for appreciating it.

    You know, I watch all your videos, but I don't know if I've ever commented. I hate that about myself, not leaving comments. It's not because I think I'm too grand or anything; it's more like wallflowerism.

  • Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori is a line from the Roman lyrical poet Horace's Odes (iii 2.13). The line can be rendered in English as: "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country."

    Thanks for this, including info in the sidebar.

  • Thanks for appreciating it.

  • I vividly remember this video when it first appeared 2 years ago

    "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"

  • It's one of the perfect poems.

    Thanks for continuing to watch. I hope to be posting new stuff again soon.

  • I imagine the great poems are born of experience.

    Looking forward to new posts. Enjoyed the Melanie Safke/CapnOAwesome video. It's a shame that FakeSagan had to chase him from Youtube but that's what happens when you cross fakey.

  • fakesagan had nothing to do with the suspension of CapnCrunchBerries :) In fact he wanted Kevin to come back after 2 weeks. Youtube policy and anonymous flaggers cost CapnOAwesome's head.

  • Thanks for this.

  • Thanks for continuing to watch and comment.

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