[PUGACHEV]

"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...."

Dulce Et Decorum Est

[PUGACHEV]

I'll try again:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est