Gas. Gas, quick boys . . .” Wilfred Owen's full, if disturbing, poem here. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est That was World War One. By the time of Second World War there were gas masks that everyone could use from the very start. We had one for the baby (that was me) in which I would have been lain... Continue Reading →