Explain some of the things soldiers experienced according to the poem "Dulce et Decorum Est"?
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Yep I think they hit it right on the head. I think the great war had a very deep and tragic meaning to the British, much like the Civil War to the Americans. I took a tour of Flanders given by a British Army officer. Early war it was Chlorine, burns up your lungs...It doesent kill you right away and they put the guy in the cart and watched him die slowly. He didnt get his mask on in time.Remeber at the start of the poem it talked about how tired they were and they really wasnt paying attention to to gas shells being fired at them. Gas shells usually are not as loud as regular high explosive shells. The early masks were basically chemically treated sacks with cellophane "glas" to see out of.Not easy to put on in a hurry.
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The web can help, though not all languages literally translate well, I've offered the first part of the translation below....\n\nWhen you become sleepy yourself next to my Then ones not they are left doubts that still the indecision exists love that is in my I I would send it to the moon to live with you the solitude on every day That between tears grew I will move away It of my For amarte at all costs For amarte frequently In spite of as much badly That it turns surroundings our When you become sleepy yourself next to my Then ones not I have left doubts that still love exists I know that still exists love The discussions of both Knowing who will be the guilty That matters to us already In our world that is very great Affection mine we land on water ourselves Much much more... Beyond violencía Beyond madness In spite of as much badly That one will not finish When you become sleepy yourself next to my Then ones not I have left doubts that still love exists I know that still exists love I know that still love exists For amarte at all costs For amarte frequently In spite of as much badly That it turns surroundings our When you become sleepy yourself next to my Then not me that they are left doubts that still exists love
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In this sonnet, I think Keats is saying that, if he has to live alone, then he'd rather spend his time in the country than in the city. That's the literal meaning. The poem itself is more complicated. It's hugely ironic that he is addressing solitude as though it were a human being (the address to an inanimate object or quality is called "apostrophe," considering Solitude to be like a human companion is "personification"). The irony is that Solitude doesn't make ideal company, if company is what you're after.\n\nHe knows this and says that he'll be happy to share the experience of the beauty of the forest with Solitude, but he's rather have "the sweet converse of an innocent mind"; namely, he's rather spend his time with the young woman he loves, and report back to Solitude. Better yet, Keats thinks that the greatest joy would be for his lover and himself to flee the wide world and escape into the "haunts" of Solitude; that he and his love could be alone together in the beautiful (bucolic) landscape he imagines.\n\nRemember, the poem isn't just about what it means on the surface, though. It's an interplay between that superficial narrative and the sound - the rhythm, rhyme, and all the patterns English.\n\nI hope this gives you some basic insight into the poem. It's by no means the last word on it, though. You should really read it very carefully over and over again. Try memorizing it. If you know it well enough to recite it, you'll begin to understand its meaning a lot better than anyone can explain it to you. Believe it or not, you'll even be able to write a better paper about it, because you'll KNOW it from your own perspective. Keats's language can connect to all the other stuff in your mind that makes up your experience.\n\n(That's "dwell," by the way. And "Keats's.")
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In the poem "Music I Heard", written by Conrad Aiken, the love expressed is different. The character of the poem is a man, that is speaking about his loved one. Full of memories, he has flashbacks of when the loved one was around him and his belongings. After the loved person left, he is lonely. The memories are coming back to him in the quote (line #5), " Your hands one touched this table and this silver". He misses her and the good times they had together. He wants to have her come back to him. She is now only in his heart full of past memories.\n\nThe feeling that love brings in this poem is sadness. The sadness of missing the loved one is great. He is lonely and full of memories that still light up his hopes for having her come back. He remembers her actions and what she touched, but only the memories are left. The sadness is expressed in this quote (line # 3-4) by the character. "Now that I am without you all is desolate;/ and all that was once so beautiful is dead." He misses her a lot, and does not like things that much as he did when she was around.
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primary.. the soldier was living everything he was written on the letter. Its  fact of the of teh situation he was living through the war.
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I've given you two poems by Wilfred Owen (famous World War 1 poet).  He always picks up on the sounds in his descriptions of events.  In the second poem (Anthem for Doomed Youth), there is a particularly famous bit "rifles' rapid rattle" ... teachers go mad for it!\n\n____________________________________________________________\n\nThe Calls\nBy Wilfred Owen (famous World War 1 poet)\n\nA dismal fog-hoarse siren howls at dawn.\nI watch the man it calls for, pushed and drawn\nBackwards and forwards, helpless as a pawn.\nBut I'm lazy, and his work's crazy.\n\n\nQuick treble bells begin at nine o'clock,\nScuttling the schoolboy pulling up his sock,\nScaring the late girl in the inky frock.\nI must be crazy; I learn from the daisy.\n\n\nStern bells annoy the rooks and doves at ten.\nI watch the verger close the doors, and when\nI hear the organ moan the first amen,\nSing my religion's-same as pigeons'.\n\n\nA blatant bugle tears my afternoons.\nOut clump the clumsy Tommies by platoons,\nTrying to keep in step with rag-time tunes,\nBut I sit still; I've done my drill.\n\n\nGongs hum and buzz like saucepan-lids at dusk,\nI see a food-hog whet his gold-filled tusk\nTo eat less bread, and more luxurious rusk.\n\n\nThen sometimes late at night my window bumps\nFrom gunnery-practice, till my small heart thumps\nAnd listens for the shell-shrieks and the crumps,\nBut that's not all.\n\n\nFor leaning out last midnight on my sill\nI heard the sighs of men, that have no skill\nTo speak of their distress, no, nor the will!\nA voice I know. And this time I must go.\n\n____________________________________________________________\n\nAnthem for Doomed Youth\nBy Wilfred Owen (famous World War 1 poet)\n\nWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle?\n-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.\nOnly the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle\nCan patter out their hasty orisons.\nNo mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;\nNor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-\nThe shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;\nAnd bugles calling for them from sad shires.\n\n\nWhat candles may be held to speed them all?\nNot in the hands of boys but in their eyes\nShall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.\nThe pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;\nTheir flowers the tenderness of patient minds,\nAnd each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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It's not derogatory, but the only link I've been able to find to Field Marshall Haig and poetry of any sort is this:\n\nIn the aftermath of World War I, Field Marshal Earl Haig, the British Commander-in-Chief, recognised the plight of the "lost generation" of survivors, and devoted the remainder of his life to organising support for those who suffered as a result of the War. From his actions emerged several organisations committed to the ex-Service community in Scotland, including the Earl Haig Fund Scotland.\n\nIn addition, Lady Haig established the Poppy Factory for disabled ex-Service men to produce paper poppies for sale to the public.\n\nThe tradition of using poppies has its roots in a poem written by Lt Colonel John McCrae, a Scots-Canadian medical officer who served in Flanders during World War I. The poem linked the red poppies which flourished on the war-torn battlefields with the sacrifice of the soldiers who died there.  The poem is titled "in Flanders Fields" and is shown below.\n\nIn Flanders Fields\n\nIn Flanders fields the poppies blow \nBetween the crosses, row on row, \nThat mark our place; and in the sky \nThe larks, still bravely singing, fly \nScarce heard amid the guns below. \n\nWe are the dead. Short days ago \nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, \nLoved and were loved, and now we lie \nIn Flanders fields. \n\nTake up our quarrel with the foe;\nTo you from failing hands we throw \nThe torch; be yours to hold it high. \nIf ye break faith with us who die \nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow \nIn Flanders fields.
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - Horace wrote it, not Homer (this one was Greek). It's a line of Horace's "Odes", and it means: it's sweet and appropriate to die for one's homeland!
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Desiderata\n\nGo placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story.\n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans.\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism.\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass.\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself.\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy.\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.
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As Lope de Vega said:\n\nTo faint away, to dare, to be a traitor, a coward, furious, rough, tender, liberal, shy, brave, mortal, late, alive, loyal, and spirited;\n\nNot to find out of the good center and rest, to prove to be happy, sad, humble, haughty, angry, brave, fugitive, satisfied offended rejealous;\n\nTo flee the face to the clear disillusion, to drink poison for soft liquor, to forget the profit, to love the damage;\n\nTo believe that the sky in a hell fits, to give the life and the soul to a disillusion, this is a love: the one who tried it knows it.
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Does this sound like anyone we know?: "Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind... And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate AND THE MIND HAS CLOSED, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded with patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader, and gladly so.\nHow do I know? For this is what I have done and I am Caesar"\n\n-"Julius Caesar"\nWilliam Shakespeare
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Military Man - It would not be a bad idea to put a little imagination into your life.  Fling the door open on impulse.  You may find some nice surprises behind it.\n\nDeath - Always the harbinger of important change and a new existence.  Your worries will diminish; progress is assured.\n\nBattle - You are in conflict with yourself.  Accept yourself as you are.  Nobody is perfect.\n\nA military battle is a sign of revolution against the established authority.  Remember that the limits of living in society protect you more than they imprison you.
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I think the following excerpt will shed more light on the subject:\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\n"...When love beckons to you, follow him, \nThough his ways are hard and steep.\nAnd when his wings enfold you yield to him,\nThough the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.\nAnd when he speaks to you believe in him, \nThough his voice may shatter your dreams... \nas the north wind lays waste the garden.\n\nFor even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.\nEven as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.\nEven as he ascends to your height\nAnd caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,\nSo shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.\n\nLike sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.\nHe threshes you to make you naked.\nHe sifts you to free you from your husks.\nHe grinds you to whiteness.\nHe kneads you until you are pliant;\nAnd then he assigns you to his sacred fire, \nthat you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.\n\nAll these things shall love do unto you\nThat you may know the secrets of your heart,\nAnd in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.\n\nBut if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,\nThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness\nAnd pass out of love's threshing-floor,\nInto the seasonless world where you shall laugh,\nBut not all of your laughter,\nAnd weep, but not all of your tears..."\n\n- Kahlil Gibran\n--------------------------\nNow make your own choice, as this is a personal question only you can answer.
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ok, what challenges do the soliders over there have to face?\ni do not mean the temperature and stuff, i mean animals, that sort of thing......
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try checking out this link:\n\nhttp://www.getasite.com/STG/ENG11/handouts/CL_bradstreet_poems.htm
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"\n\n\n What would you eat in the Army? \n\nThe food a soldier was given, or issued, each day by the Army was called a ration.   The ration for a soldier a day was, \n\n a pound of bread \n\n a pound of meat \n\n a gill of dry beans or peas \n\n a gill of rum\n\n \n\nA soldier was very lucky indeed if he received ½ of that!   \n\nThe bread was very hard - so hard that the soldiers soaked it in warm water until it was soft enough to chew.  The bread was hard because it was made with only flour and water.  The Army made the bread this way so it would last for a very long time before spoiling.   \n\nThe meat was usually salted beef or pork cut into strips or chunks and soaked in salt water so it wouldn’t spoil.  The Army issued salted and dried foods because that was the only way to keep food preserved.   \n\nUsually, the soldiers boiled the dry beans or peas with their meat.  After cooking a long time, the beans and peas became soft and the meat less salty.  The result was a tasty stew.    \n\nThe soldiers were supposed to mix their rum with water before they drank it.  Sometimes they were issued extra rum for doing extra work, or because it was a special day such as New Year’s or to celebrate a victory or comfort a defeat.  "
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1)  Old Major warns, "Your resolution must never falter.  No argument must lead you astray.  Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest....we must not come to resemble him...No animal must ever live in a house or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade." \n\n\n2)  Orwell narrates, "Nobody stole, nobody grumbled over his rations, the quarreling and biting and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had almost disappeared." \n\n\n3)  Squealer consoles the animals, saying, "Do not imagine, comrades, that leadership is a pleasure.   On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility.  No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal.  He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves.    But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?"  The classic hypocrisy seen here is too hard to miss.  \n\n\n4)  Orwell explains, "Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness.  Never to have any dealings with human beings, never to engage in trade, never to make use of money— had not these been among the earliest resolutions passed at the first triumphant Meeting when Jones was expelled?”  \n\n\n5)  As Napoleon was deceiving the neighboring farmers he was also tricking his own animals.  The scapegoat was again Snowball.  "Whenever anything went wrong it became usual to attribute it to Snowball."  In fact many of the claims begin to sound ridiculous to the objective mind.  Of course, Squealer's mission is to keep everything subjective in the minds of the animals. \n\n\n6)  So Napoleon, with the help of his dogs, slaughters anyone who is said to be disloyal.     "...the tale of confessions and executions went on, until there was a pile of corpses lying before Napoleon's feet and the air was heavy with the smell of blood, which had been unknown there since the expulsion of Jones."  To top it off, Napoleon outlaws Beasts of England, which had served as one of the only remaining ties between Animal Farm and old Major.  \n\n\n7)  But when Muriel reads the writing on the barn wall to Clover, interestingly, the words are, "No animal shall kill any other animal without cause." \n\n\n8)  But to justify this little episode, arrangements to amend the rules are made.  "No animal shall drink alcohol to excess."  \n\n\n9)  Orwell states, "Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer— except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs."  \n\n\n10)  The 7 Commandments are abridged for the last time, simply reading, "All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others."\n\nThese can all be related to the metaphors that the book embrases