My dearest Wilfred Edward Salter Owen was born on the 18th of March 1893, and died on the 4th of November 1918.
Wilfred was a brave soldier and an amazing and inspiring poet to all. The poems that he wrote portrayed his most horrific memories that he had of the war, the trenches, and the gas warfare. Wilfreds poems were not only influenced by the 'Big Six', and Siegfried Sassoon, but aslo by me.
When the war started, Wilfred joined the English army, he then enlisted in the Artists' Rifles Officers' training corporation where he spent an immensive amount of time away from home training for war. When the war started he was involved in many dangerous activities that could kill him at any moment, which was very terrifying for me as I was worrying about my dear son the entire time. It was very unfortunate that just a week before Wilfred would come home, he was killed by the enemy.
I can't even begin to think of what our dear Wilfred had to go through, lying on that embankment after being concussed, and then being diagnosed with the dreaded shell shock. I was allieviated that whilst my dear Wilfred was in hospital he had a friend to talk to and engage with as well as making his recovery more comfortable, which meant I didnt have to worry about my boy as much. I would like to say thank you to Siegfried Sassoon for not only being a friend for Wilfred but also for being a mentor and telling him to "Sweat your guts out" with his poetry, in other words he changed my sons life and inspiried him.
I often read his poems and I am always thinking about Wilfred and will never forget the conditions that he and the other men had to get through during the war. It sends a piercing pain through my heart that my dear Wilfred had to push himself and have to live through those terrible conditions. It was a terrible and forlorn way for my dearest son to die and I will never forget him and all the memories that we share.
I will truly miss you Wilfred. Rest in peace, you don't have to fight anymore.
Love you Wilfred, forever and always, mum.
Wilfred was a brave soldier and an amazing and inspiring poet to all. The poems that he wrote portrayed his most horrific memories that he had of the war, the trenches, and the gas warfare. Wilfreds poems were not only influenced by the 'Big Six', and Siegfried Sassoon, but aslo by me.
When the war started, Wilfred joined the English army, he then enlisted in the Artists' Rifles Officers' training corporation where he spent an immensive amount of time away from home training for war. When the war started he was involved in many dangerous activities that could kill him at any moment, which was very terrifying for me as I was worrying about my dear son the entire time. It was very unfortunate that just a week before Wilfred would come home, he was killed by the enemy.
I can't even begin to think of what our dear Wilfred had to go through, lying on that embankment after being concussed, and then being diagnosed with the dreaded shell shock. I was allieviated that whilst my dear Wilfred was in hospital he had a friend to talk to and engage with as well as making his recovery more comfortable, which meant I didnt have to worry about my boy as much. I would like to say thank you to Siegfried Sassoon for not only being a friend for Wilfred but also for being a mentor and telling him to "Sweat your guts out" with his poetry, in other words he changed my sons life and inspiried him.
I often read his poems and I am always thinking about Wilfred and will never forget the conditions that he and the other men had to get through during the war. It sends a piercing pain through my heart that my dear Wilfred had to push himself and have to live through those terrible conditions. It was a terrible and forlorn way for my dearest son to die and I will never forget him and all the memories that we share.
I will truly miss you Wilfred. Rest in peace, you don't have to fight anymore.
Love you Wilfred, forever and always, mum.