"Dulce et Decorum Est"

I think what Wilfred Owen was trying to get at in his poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” is that even though people say it is noble and heroic to die for your country, sometimes it doesn’t turn out that way. However, in Owen’s poem, people encourage you to fight for your country. “But someone still was yelling out and stumbling/ And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…” (Lines 12-13) He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning./ And watch the white eyes withering in his face,” (16, 19) Those lines basically state that fighting for your country is simply sentencing yourself to an unnecessary death. “If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood/ Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs” (21-22)