Pat BarkerI don't think it's possible to c-call yourself a C-Christian and... and j-just leave out the awkward bits.' -Wilfred Owen
About This Quote
Wilfred Owen was a British poet and soldier who served as a soldier in World War I. He was awarded the Military Cross for his bravery, and he wrote this poem before his death at the age of 25. This poem is one of his most famous, and it’s absolutely beautiful. It’s about the war of love and revenge. The narrator is the man who died by suicide, and he tells the story of how he fell in love with a woman and how she died in his arms.
Source: Regeneration
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