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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Continue
War
Ever
Enthusiasm
Flying
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I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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