pro patria

dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
mors et fugacem persequitur virum
nec parcit inbellis iuventae
poplitibus timidove tergo

how sweet and fitting it is to die for your native land
death pursues the man who flees,
spares not the hamstring or cowardly backs
of battle-shy youths

that’s what I thought about after staying outside in cold, in the snow for the whole day

remember 1st December 1924