Who is to decide what is sweet or fitting for another. Judgement such as this is in the hands of God, not humans. The title of this poem, "Dulce et Decorum Est," and the mood of the poem are on two completely different ends of the spectrum. The title is portraying to be an honor and sweet to die for your country. The poem on the other hand describes the absolute horror that war has to offer. "If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood / Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs" ( Owen l. 21-2). This doesn't sound sweet. It could be your best friend that is lying there on the ground with a shot to the lung and is bleeding out. Now you've lost your friend and they say that his death was for a cause and that he did his country proud. Well then I have to ask the question how will his death benefit anything? How will the death of anyone benefit? Going through the kind of fear that one goes through in war can not be put into words. The feelings they feel or the things they bare witness to. There is nothing "sweet" about dieing, or war for that matter. I believe that the phrase, and title of the poem, "Dulce et Decorum Est," was said by a nobleman who did not have to fight battles. He rather sat back and mealy watched them unfold. No matter what was lost the end result is what mattered. The loss of a life to them was for the betterment of the cause.
Jason Brown
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