Post your best WWI memes

Post your best WWI memes.

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Def not best but it will do.

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Lads he asked for world war 1

>losing to Frogland.
Why are they so bad at war?

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Kek'd hard

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We were told America sent the boys over there...

I say "The MEN"

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Burmp

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bump for interest

Why the fuck does Franz have a Jell-o on his head?

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Freshly baked

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>that one picture hasn't been posted yet

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The Isonzo collage? It's in another thread.

No that other one. You know which one.

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About time kek

>not 'one sandwich later'

...Shit, gotta add that in now.

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classic

Not the OP, but here is one, quality about 6/10

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why sandwich?

Gavrilo was sitting in a cafe eating a sandwich after the first failed assissnation attempt. Franz-Ferdinand passed by in his car and the rest is history.

That's a myth.

smithsonianmag.com/history/gavrilo-princips-sandwich-79480741/

Well I was just explaining the reference.

kek

Adding the word "allegedly" would've spared you this.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) 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,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)

Wilfred Owen
Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918

Mama mia!

We're gods of war, you know.

Can someone post the infograph of the tiers of leaders that are responsible for the war? more informative than funny

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