War Poetry Wilfred Owen

War Poetry I have studied two poems, Dulce et decorousness est and The Sentry both by the poet Wilfred Owen. The first iodin I will study is Dulce et decorousness est. The first thing Owen does is to give us a vivid description of what is happening, he tells us that he and his hands argon marching a dash from the trenches, and the way Owen describes his men gives us a clear demo of what they have been through. Bent double, like gray-haired beggars under sacks, knock-kneed, coughing like hags They had been in the trenches, terrible places, with bullets and shells flying constantly overhead, explosions whole around, the constant fear of death.These men were sledding the hell of the front, they were going to equaliser. But they calm down have a long way to go before they be safe, they are still within the range of artillery. disrespect of this, they march on towards their distant rest, they are walking in plenteous mud, which covered close of the battlefield, and for thi s reason, there are some of the men have no boots on, but still they limp on, line of merchandise shod. They are described as being drunk with fatigue, they are exhausted, but still, they march on. Then suddenly, the treat GasGas Quick boys , a mess up shell had dropped nearby. Gas was the most brutal of weapons used in the war, it burned-out the skin, the eyes, and when breathed in, it burnt the lungs, which the body and then filled with water, bringing on a slow agonising death for the regrettable victim. The soldiers reaction to this attack is described as an ecstasy of fumbling, which is a salient way of describing what is happening, the men are essay desperately to get out their gas masks before they are engulfed by the cloud.