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Danh ngôn của Wilfred Owen (Sứ mệnh: 8)

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death... The marvel is we did not all die of cold.