As an actor, the first thing that struck me was that it's a great story. It doesn't sentimentalise the situation.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of Wilfred Owen’s death and independent production company Sine Wave Media is raising funds to commemorate Owen’s life with a feature film.
The film will chart the extraordinary final year of a man who is generally regarded as Britain’s finest war poet.
From 1917 to 1918, the 25-year-old was party to some of the most influential literary figures of his generation, Charles K Scott Moncrieff, Robert Graves, his mentor Siegfried Sassoon and Robbie Ross.
After convalescing with Sassoon at Craiglockhart Hospital in Edinburgh due to "shell shock", he spent many spectacular bohemian days and nights in London with his peers. He then resolved to return to the front against Sassoon's advice, moving towards the Battle of Sambre while flooded with memories of his times at home.
It has been constantly ignored that Wilfred was gay, (as was Sassoon and Moncrieff, Ross and Graves) but his sexuality is a vital part of his life story.
This is a tale of outsiders who changed the world through their bravery and unique talent, at a time where they would not be "suffered" by the British Empire.
What he spoke about in his poetry reflects the events of today. The brutal, all-consuming, life-destroying nature of conflict. World leaders are threatening one another with devastating loss of life, families are left destitute in their war-torn environments, and Owen's words speak truer than ever before:
"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
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
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."
That old lie is "It is sweet and proper to die for one's country."
Last year saw the commemorations for the Battle of the Somme. Owen took part in the latter part of this vital conflict, culminating in an attack on the established emplacements of the Germans near Ors some 18 months later. It was here that he lost his life after he and his platoon were exposed by rising mist on the early morning of November 4th. His mother received the news of his death on Armistice Day.