Answer:
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
(((The poet rebukes readers for their mistaken belief that war is glorious)))
Answer:
<u>At the party</u>, we met students who did not go to our school.
Explanation:
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