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There’s a Roman saying dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. It comes from the poet Horace means that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.
Well, during WWI, a British poet, Sir Wilfred Owen, had his own experience with young men dying for their country, and penned his thoughts about it in a poem called Dolce et Decorum Est. Owen would die in 1918, one week before the armistice.
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
Today, November 11th, in Canada is Rememberance Day. The symbol of this day is the Poppy because of the poem In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. He wrote it after witnessing the death of a friend. The day after performing the funeral service himself (because no chaplain was available), he penned it while sitting on the back of an ambulance. McCrae later threw the poem away, but friends retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
This is a documentary called Endgame by protest media maven Alex Jones. It’s abou the New World Order and all kinds of other things that most people are either highly skeptical about or too apathetic to be interested by. I fall into the latter category. The reason I’m posting it, though, is because apparently I’m in it.
I bumped into Alex Jones on the streets of Ottawa last summer. He had travelled to the city to cover a Bilderberg Group conference for the making of this documentary. I’d traveled to the city to help produce a battle of the bands concert. I was able to recognize him on the street because he’d made the paper when he’d been detained at the border.
I actually broke his balls quite a bit. He hasn’t, however, seemed to have included that footage. Rather, you can catch a glimpse of me about 51 minutes and 45 seconds in. I’m in the background as he interviews other passerbys on Parliament Hill. I look so rock n’ roll…
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