Freedom?
- Thread starter Naiwen
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Well it's not something that can be given a straight answer, it all depends on situations etc.
However, if it was my own personal freedom, then of course I would fight for it. But dieing for it? Well if I died for it then technically i'd be free but I wouldn't be alive so not sure about that one. But definitely fight for freedom otherwise you might as well kill yourself and be done with it.
However, if it was my own personal freedom, then of course I would fight for it. But dieing for it? Well if I died for it then technically i'd be free but I wouldn't be alive so not sure about that one. But definitely fight for freedom otherwise you might as well kill yourself and be done with it.
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.
My favourite war poem, in which the soldiers were fighting for freedom during the second World War. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori meaning: it is sweet and right to die for your country. This 'glory' idea is still being used to persuade people to 'fight for their freedom', whereas nowadays soldiers are not fighting for freedom. They're too busy getting involved in other people's messes for a lost cause.
If it came to someone trying to kidnap me and keep me locked up, of course I'm going to fight or die trying - but I'm not going to go into the war or anything to supposedly fight and die for freedom.
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.
My favourite war poem, in which the soldiers were fighting for freedom during the second World War. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori meaning: it is sweet and right to die for your country. This 'glory' idea is still being used to persuade people to 'fight for their freedom', whereas nowadays soldiers are not fighting for freedom. They're too busy getting involved in other people's messes for a lost cause.
If it came to someone trying to kidnap me and keep me locked up, of course I'm going to fight or die trying - but I'm not going to go into the war or anything to supposedly fight and die for freedom.
I am amazed that anyone would even ask this question. The number of people who have fought and died for my freedom is staggering, and you can bet your LIFE that I would fight and die for that freedom myself. I believe with the state my country is in, the time will come when I DO have to fight for my freedom from the oppressive, treasonous, tyrannical muslime **** who has taken over my White House. I am already involved in organizations to remove him from office and with the way things are going, many people are talking revolution. If that happens, I'll pack up my weapons and fight for the freedom Americans are used to having, but which is being slowly but surely stripped away from us by the Ovomitollah. If I fight, I may die, but I would much rather die fighting for my God-given human rights than on my knees like Obama wants.
