Dulce et Decorum Est

Written By
Daniel Harrington

Dulce et Decorum Est, by Wilfred Owen

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Narrator "Bent double, like old
beggars under sacks",

EXT. ON A WARN TORN BATTLEFIELD IN NO MANS LAND - EVENING

Two soldiers draped in cloaks made of old sacks trudge
through the mud behind as they pull a wooden wagon up a
mound
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Narration "Knock-kneed, coughing
like hags, we cursed through
sludge,

EXT.ON A WAR TORN SMALL HILL IN NO MANS LAND - EVENING

The men continue to pull the waggon like shells of people
cough and warn from the war all the time slogging through
the mud and destruction of the battle field gets laid before
us. Then a sudden burst of a whistle.
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Narration "Till on the haunting
flares we turned our backs"

EXT.ON THE TOP OF A HILL IN NO MANS LAND -EVENING

From the dark shoot a flare the men duck for cover in a bomb
crater that they are standing in turning the backs to the
ground as they huddle in cover on the back the camera tracks
in as the men lean over the top of the mound to look into
the distance
Narration "And towards our distant
rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost
their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went
lame; all blind;"
(MORE)

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to

the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines
that dropped behind.

BACK TO
EXT.IN A CRATER AT THE TOP OF A WAR TORN HILL IN NO MANS
LAND - EVENING
As the men look over the top of the mound through the smog
and smoke from recent bombardment to a distant trench
figures start appear in the smog warped and twisted forms of
men like shadows as the shadows get closer and closer the
fact that there soldiers comes apparent in a trance like
state covered in blood and dirt they stagger slowly towards
the men all the time the flashes of a machine gun go off
behind them in the distance the sound of a falling shells
fill the air
Narration "Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!"
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EXT A BATTLEFIELD FILLING WITH GAS
As the men hear this shout they start to pull out there gas
mask as the gas roles across the scene like a creator
devouring the men in its sinister green flesh it covers the
last man just after he puts on his mask all the time snaking
and swirling round each man as if it was alive and trying to
consume them only just missing its opportunity
Narration "An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in
time;
P.O.V. A GAS FILLD BATTLE FIELD
As the smoke creeps closer to the screen the man on the hill
look down he unzip the pack that contains the gas mask and
proceed to tumble with the straps to get it on after putting
on looking up to see a solitary soldier walks out of the
thick green gas still bathed by the green around him he
gasps and grabs for air as if drowning on this thick green
evil spirit spiralling around him as if possessing his body

As eyey we are looking through close tight to try and wish

this site away.
Narration
But someone still was yelling out
and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire
or lime ...
Dim, through the misty panes and
thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him
drowning.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. A GAS FIELD BATTLEFIELD
As the gassed man stumbles forward he collapse on to one of
the men that have been pulling the wagon the soldier reaches
out and catches the man as the man from the gas falls limp
into the soldier from the wagons arms causing him to fall
backwards losing his grip on the man who falls to the ground
in front of him the soldier from the wagon steps back and
turns walking to the back of his wagon as the other soldier
comes and checks on the man on the ground
Narration "In all my dreams, before
my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,
choking, drowning."
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EXT. BACK OF THE WAGON
The soldier flings back the cover revealing the dead bodies
of fallen soldiers laying in the wagon flung one on top of
another the the man walks back towards his fellow soldier
CUT TO:
EXT. SIDE OF THE WAGON
The two soldiers bend down and pick up the fallen soldier
lifting him they walk to the back of the wagon as if robots
carrying out a task
CUT TO:
EXT. BACK OF THE WAGON
The men place the body on top of the pile of bodies and then

go back to there pushing positions and start pushing

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EXT. A WAGON IN BATTLE FIELD COVERED IN GRREN GAS
The men trudge on through the battle field as the camera
follows along side the camera stops following and the men
leave frame.
Narration "If in some smothering
dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him
in,
And watch the white eyes writhing
in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's
sick of sin;
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."

FADE TO BLACK.
The word Dulce et decorum est Pro
patria mori appear on screen then
change to there translation wich is
to there english It is sweet and
glorious to die for one's country.