Wilfred Owen, whose WWI poems are tragic, striking, strangely lovely, with a peculiar irony, died so young, so talented, one week before the war's end. From Dulce et Decorum est: "Bent double like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the sludge" and later "Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning."
During World War 1, mustard gas was a new type of chemical warfare introduced to battle. In the poem Dulce Et Decorum Est, it talks about the people who are being gassed. The poem describes these men as "bent over like old beggars" and "an ecstasy of fumbling" as soldiers tried desperately to put their gas masks on. This image is a graphic representation of the poem showing a soldier gasping for his last breath of air. (J)