pater-, patri-, patro-, patr-, -patria
(Latin: father, dad, pop (family member); fatherland, country, nation)
"Allopatric species often use the same kind of habitat and food resources in different areas; however, they are unable to interbreed because of distances or geographical barriers."2. Occurring in separate, non-overlapping geographic areas: "Usually applying to allopatric populations of related organisms that are unable to crossbreed because of distinct geographic separations."
2. Referring to populations or species that occupy naturally exclusive, but usually adjacent, geographical areas.
3. Having separate and mutually exclusive areas of geographical distribution.
"Allopatric speciations involve changes that take place with related organisms to the point where they are different enough to be considered separate species and this happens when populations of certain species are separated and adapt to their new environment or conditions (physiological, geographic, or behavioral)."
"Mountain ridges that separate small tropical valleys and which are very high and steep, and conditions on them that can form barriers, are examples of allopatries."
Love for one's native country.
2. A colleague.
3. One who is of the same country with another.
Motto of Gonzaga University School of Law, Spokane, Washington, USA.
A carving in stone over the entrance to the Amphitheater at Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia; based on a writing by Horace in his Odes, III, ii, 13.
Dulce et Decorum Est
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest 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
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
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.
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 gurgling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitten 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.
Dulce (sweet)? Decorum (honorable)? Wilfred Owen himself died fighting for England in World War I, just one week before the armistice was signed and the war ended.