Horror of war in dulce et decorum est

Wilfred Owen’s ” Dulce et Decorum Est” is a magnificent, and terrible, description of a gas attack suffered by a group of soldiers in World War 1. One of this group is unable to get on his helmet, and suffers horribly. Through his shifting rhythms, dramatic description, and rich, raw images, Owen seeks to convince us that the horror of war far outweighs the patriotic cliches of those who glamorize war. In the first of four stanzas, Owen presents the death-like calm before the storm of the gas attack. Alliteration and onomatopoeia join with powerful figurative and literal images of war to produce a pitiful sense of despair. ” Bent beggars”, ” knock-kneed”, cough and ” curse” like ” hags” through ” sludge.” All of this compressed into just two lines! The third line places the speaker of the poem with this trudging group. In the simple ” Men marched asleep” sentence, the three beats imitate the falling rhythm of these exhausted men. The pun ” blood-shod” makes its grim effect on us slowly. We guess, too, that ” blind” and ” lame” suggest several levels of debilitation. The stanza ends with the ironic-quiet sounds of the ” shells” dropping ” softly behind.” In contrast to the first stanza, the second stanza is full of action. The oxymoron,” ecstasy of fumbling”, seems at first odd, but then perfect, as a way to describe the controlled panic -instantly awakened with heightened sensibility- of men with just seconds to find a gas mask. ” But…” tells all. One man is too late and is seen only through the ” green sea” of mustard gas, ” yelling… stumbling… drowning… guttering… choking.” The third stanza’s brief two lines emphasize the nightmare these events continue to be for our speaker. In the last stanza, Owen becomes more insistent as he drives atus with the steady rhythmic beat of iambic pentameter. We feel the ” jolt” of the wagon, see the ” white eyes writhing” in this ” hanging face,” and, most horribly, hear the ” gargling ” of the blood choked lungs. The amazing sound-filled simile, ” like a devil’s sick of sin,” testifies, along with all the rest, to the overwhelming truth of this experience. It is not ” if” we could see the horror of this scene. We do see it – through the vitality and freshness of Owen’s language. And, as he predicted, having seen it, we agree with him that the old Latin proverb -dulce et decorum est…- is indeed an odious Lie.