distant to us, and the disjointed, monotonous way they are seen, echoes this particular group of men, their disorderly fashion, and their dull, repetitive journey. The alliterative 'knock-kneed' phrase also slows and dulls down the tempo greatly.
             'Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
             But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind'
             And then the gas attack, put incredibly realistically into words by Owen here. The 'guttering, choking,
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