Quote#Nature
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling
Quote byWilfred Owen · 1893–1918
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Dulce et Decorum Est (1917).
English (original)
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
— Wilfred Owen
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