Wilfred Owen, a poet of the World War I period, described in the lines below his attitude after seeing a friend gag in a green field of gas fumes during an enemy gas attack. Owen himself was killed in action a week before the armistice but left a legacy of poems that decried the futility and horror of war. If in some smothered dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face. ...
