My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
The last few lines from Wilfred Owen's 'Dulce Et Decorum' war poem.
I think the Latin bit translates as 'to die for your homeland is honour' or something like and , obviously, Owen is challenging that as he has lived it and seen others live and die through it in horrible circumstances.
Anyway, to stop the ramble, this reminded me of that idea - there is nothing noble or honorable about war.