...Pack up your troubles.......

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth corrupted lungs.
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues.
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

Wilfred Owen Military Medal

Owen was shot and killed on 04/11/18.
The news of his death reached his parents on the morning of 11/11/18 as the Armistice Bells began to ring.

Das vidanya moy padruga.