Read this excerpt from a soldier's poem. 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. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. –Wilfred Owen, “Dulce et Decorum Est” Which statement is the poem most likely making about World War I?