Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.

On the anniversary of the end of World War 1 we remember with love the Scottings who died. They believed they served in the “War to end all wars”.

Sadly not true.

Rest in peace.

John William Scotting (1881-1915)

Wilfred Henry Scotting 1893-1915

Frederick William Scotting (1897-1917)

Robert Scotting, (1887-1917)

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.
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.

Wilfred Owen

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