The war is at fault, but the people are innocent. To eradicate the seeds of hatred, to pull away from the national identity, and under the guns and military uniforms, are fresh lives, they are all ordinary people, and they have only one purpose to pick up guns - to survive. How ridiculous is war, it provoked great hatred, sacrifice and destruction, and in the end, only self-destruction and pain that could never be healed.
Minefield reminds me of a game Braveheart: War of the Worlds, which describes World War II and World War I, but there is hardly any difference between the two. Yes, it is difficult for human beings to learn lessons, and there is only one outcome in the end - destruction, trauma and death, and no one is the winner.
Wilhelm had his arms broken by the blast. He didn't cry out in pain, but kept calling his mother, crying that he wanted to go home. A medical truck drove him out of the camp, and he died in the hospital a few days later. Having his arms blown off doesn't mean that he doesn't need to clear mines anymore, it's a relief compared to being used as a human flesh inspector after the injury is stabilized.
Helmut went to steal food for everyone, and was so hungry that he accidentally ate the rat dung, which indirectly led to the death of Wilhelm. The farm girl said that they deserved it. Wilhelm was blown to pieces, he cried helplessly for help, and the woman closed the door indifferently. Later, her daughter strayed into the minefield, but the boys did not hesitate and went to rescue at risk of their lives.
Sebastian distributed potatoes to everyone, leaving only one for his hungry self.
"Do you know Werner? He's my brother, he looks just like me. I want to find him, I'd do anything for him", and Ernst walks into the minefield that hasn't been checked, like his brother, forever Disappeared in the smoke of the explosion, no bones left.
"I'm going to have a big meal when I get home. I'm tired of Danish food. My mother is the best cook in Berlin. I'm going to invite you to my house for mashed potatoes and sausages and a rich broth... "Suddenly there was a loud bang, and a landmine that was accidentally triggered fixed the boys' lives forever in that moment. How would they feel if they knew they couldn't go home in the end? It is better to die in joy and hope than to live in terror and despair.
In the end, it was learned that the surviving boys will not usher in freedom, they will have to undertake more dangerous demining tasks, and the cycle goes on and on.
Watching the final scene in the film, the sergeant lets go of the 4 surviving boys, who run across the field as if they were freed. But can they really escape? These boys are like thousands of people lost in war and gunpowder, alone in the boundless wilderness, with dangers and uncertainties.
In the process of watching the first half, my eyes were red several times, and the second half was straight to tears. It was real, heavy and desperate. There has never been a movie that made me so hard to let go. I was sobbing halfway through the movie, it made me rethink all kinds of human nature, and my eyes were still swollen the next day.
The officer released the prisoner of war, what will he face? Can the surviving boy successfully escape back to Germany? These are no longer important. War is cruel, human nature is complex, and history cannot be forgotten.
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