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I think this is a wonderful advert and a great tribute to decent and brave men on both sides.
The Sainsbury's brand name is seen for just a few seconds at the end. It was made with the co-operation of the Royal British Legion charity and they will receive sizable donations from Sainsbury's
It has received just 250 complaints. Some people will complain about anything .
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Corporations have no souls. They will do and say anything if they think it will make them a buck.
Corporations are people!
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Nov 23, 2014 - 8:52 AM
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Jim Phelps
(Member)
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Just yesterday, I introduced a young colleague at work to Wilfred Owen's Dulce et Decorum Est. She had never heard of the poem before. I'm not so sure it's even covered in U.S. schools anymore.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
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;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
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 a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
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.
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