It’s a long way to Tipperary and you’re in a shell crater with the last of your division

“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 50k views lmao wtf Paytron: Discord: