Anti war poem by Wilfred Owen. PowerPoint prepared for ISC students. Introduction is related to advanced weaponry used during World War I and the maps were used to highlight the fact that despite such weaponry, territorial expansion was marginal and futile at best. Jessie Pope also featured to show contrasting view of war at the time.

1. WAR
Why do we fight?

2. WORLD WAR I
(1914 – 1918)

3. Sopwith Camel
Fixed -Wing Aircrafts

4. Ferdinand
Zeppelin

5. U BOATS

7. TRENCH
WARFARE

10. DULCE ET DECORUM EST
WILFRED OWEN

11. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we
cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our
backs,
And towards our distant rest began to
trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their
boots,
But limped on, blood-shod.
All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that
dropped behind.

12. 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.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking,
drowning.

13. If in some smothering dreams, you too
could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his
face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
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.

14. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
- Horace
“It is sweet and honourable to die for one’s
country”

15. Jessie Pope
“Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?”

16. What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented6 choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH