When Grandpa told Emily this story about French carrier pigeons, the little girl's right eye shed tears. It was the eve of her birthday, and by the warm fire she asked her parents about their deaths.
Grandpa said that there are different ways of being brave, but I didn't understand it at the time.
The hoofs roared silently as I watched Joey traverse the flames of war, smashing rocks. It squeaked through the defense line, running in the dark night, stray bullets bursting around it, and the flares cast its fearless silhouette.
When I watched it go all the way, no charcoal fire or mud, no trenches or obstacles could stop his running figure.
It travels across the battlefield, through so much pain and fear, it can't look down, it has to go.
It didn't stop until it got stuck in the wire and couldn't move forward.
At this moment I suddenly understand the courage of this.
Tears like Emily were streaming down my eyes at this moment.
When Albert reunited with Joey, it was still the familiar whistle. He was temporarily blind in both eyes, and was wrapped in thick gauze, but he could accurately describe its figure.
Albert went to the battlefield for it, and Joey was displaced for four years.
Their warm reunion, the sky is snowing, the Germans and the British once had a short armistice to save it, its dark horse friend was finally overwhelmed and died in battle, it staggered with a heavy cannon, and Emily rode it happily on her birthday Running on the grass, it carried Gunther and Michael away from the raging war, and Captain Nicholls who painted it had clear blue eyes...
The final picture was frozen at the beginning.
In a torrential rain, Joey dragged his plow tools and ran down the rocky lowlands. The heavy rain clouded his vision, and only the voice of ALbert roaring "Walk on Joey!" remained in his ears. Then it ran, the mud surging behind them like waves, and
they didn't stop.
Joey finally got home.
Washed away the dust, washed away the gunpowder, but carried the memory of all the people in the past, in the warm yellow light, under the soothing piano sound, it is like the story has returned to the beginning - there was no war at that time, people's smiles Strong and warm.
He has experienced too much, and now he gets home.
Nearly two and a half hours, but it seems like four years have passed. I can't put together better words for this movie. Maybe it’s the four-year war against a war horse, maybe it’s the white flag raised just to save the war horse, or the little girl’s expression when her parents are dead, or maybe it’s the promise of the older brother to protect his younger brother by letting them lie down together Under the sound of gunfire, or because of a cheerful horse race between the major and the captain.
It was born to run, but people imprisoned it on the battlefield.
And people are born to sing and laugh, but permanently abandon their souls to the sound of gunfire.
It's probably the best anti-war movie I've ever seen, or maybe it's just because I don't watch it much. But when Joey got back to Albert, I think everyone was relieved and cheered for their joy.
And no one would still feel that no life is innocent, and war is inevitable.
【FIN】
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