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This essay explores the differing viewpoints on war presented in Jessie Pope's "Who's for the Game?" and Wilfred Owen's "Dulce et Decorum Est." It reflects on the heroic and patriotic appeal of war in Pope's poem contrasted with Owen's graphic depiction of the horrors faced by soldiers. By analyzing key quotes from both works, the essay aims to highlight how each poem conveys its perspective on the reality of war—ranging from glorification to the grim experiences of soldiers on the battlefield.
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Who’s for the game? By Jessie Pope
Use a quote in all answers • The soldiers are compared to two things. What are they? • Owen uses many words which are ‘ugly’. List some. • What comparison is used to describe them in gas? • Why does one man die? What do the others do with him?
H/W for Friday 1 to 2 pages: • Write about Dulce et Decorum est What story does it tell? Why do you think Owen wrote the poem? • Use a variety of quotes in your answer.
Explore the ways ‘Who’s for the game?’ and ‘Dulce et decorum est’ show different points of view about going to War. • Use a variety of quotes in your answer. (AF2) • Explain what the quotes show. (AF3)
Essay Structure Intro Summary of the historical context. In your own words a summary of both poems. ↓ Main 6 quotes (PEE paragraphs) – 3 on each poem that answer the question. ↓ Conclusion Link your analysis back to the question & refer to the meaning/message
Explore the ways ‘Who’s for the game?’ and ‘Attack’ show different points of view about going to War Attack - By Siegfried Sassoon At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dunIn the wild purple of the glowering sun,Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one, Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire. The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowedWith bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, Flounders in mud. O Jesu, make it stop!
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