Who's for the trench—
Are you, my laddie?
Who'll follow French—
Will you, my laddie?
Who's fretting to begin,
Who's going out to win?
And who wants to save his skin—
Do you, my laddie?
Who's for the khaki suit—
Are you, my laddie?
Who longs to charge and shoot—
Do you, my laddie?
Who's keen on getting fit,
Who means to show his grit,
And who'd rather wait a bit—
Would you, my laddie?
Who'll earn the Empire's thanks—
Will you, my laddie?
Who'll swell the victor's ranks—
Will you, my laddie?
When that procession comes,
Banners and rolling drums—
Who'll stand and bite his thumbs—
Will you, my laddie?
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From guest Hattie. x (contact)
Guys! Your saying that she is oblivious to what war is...this is not the issue she is trying to put across she is trying to encourage men to join the army by making it feel safe and fun and glorious...wud you rather go wen someone told you like this or if sum1 sed go to war! you can diebut just go!???? Wud you NO! So that is the point of this poem. Grrr! -
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I completely agree she is oblivious to the true carnage and horror that is war. To her it is merely a glorious sport not the often horrific and mundane trial of the soul which it transpired to be -
clueless
From guest Elley Metcalf (contact)
this woman wrote of the war as a glorious, wonderful thing to be involved in, when actually the real truths of the war were portrayed truthfully in such poets work like Sassoon and Wilfred Owen. Owen apparently read this poem, used for propaganda, in the newspaper, and then felt impulsed to write a response, titled "Dulce et decorum est" - when he refers to "my friend," he is referring to Jessie and this poem, "The Call" -
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From guest jesse (contact)
this poem brings home the youth of our Armies and the innocence of youth hold little wisdom but the age of the power above them take the decision to go to war i hope the balance is true and our loss is never invain God Bless Our Brave Defenders -
RUBBISH!
From guest R. McGillion (contact)
"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." this from the poem Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen was, in its first draft dedicated to Jessie Pope. She had no experiance of trench warfare and was ignorant of the real suffering of the soldiers. -
Lovely
this poem brings home the youth of our Armies and the innocence of youth hold little wisdom but the age of the power above them take the decision to go to war i hope the balance is true and our loss is never invain
God Bless Our Brave Defenders
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