I don't know when I became a cold-blooded person. For me, the face is born from the heart, which is the result of my fierce face. It's obviously a blessed appearance with round eyes, round face and thick lips, but because I haven't pulled the corners of my mouth upward against gravity for too long, I'm indifferent. The round brows and eyes are hidden behind thick spectacle lenses, and they are cold eyes that treat strangers equally. Although he has a completely different face and facial features from Sergeant Major Carl, he reveals the same vicious temperament as him.
As a Danish soldier, Karl was full of hatred for Germany. As he galloped past the ranks of prisoners of war, he would stop and yell at the frail prisoners of war, punching and kicking.
One day, Karl received a group of German prisoners of war. They needed to clear a German beach on the Danish border under Karl's leadership. Although these prisoners of war have experienced the baptism of war, they still cannot hide the immaturity brought by their age. This group of teenagers used a sharp cone to measure this long sandy beach inch by inch, and every time they touched a landmine, they used their unprotected bodies to remove the lead of the landmine.
From the moment the teenager lay prone on the beach, my brows were tightened. I know as well as this group of teenagers that there is always a first sacrifice, and every minute of this waiting is suffocating because of this unforeseen misfortune. My brows clenched, but my heart stretched softly with these teenagers. I am worried about this group of unfamiliar teenagers, who are clearly at a sunny age, but atone for the crimes committed by their own country in an unfamiliar country. However, should the landmines laid by Germany be commemorated with the flesh and blood of Denmark? I feel conflicted, and Carl must be conflicted too. On the one hand, there is sympathy for the youth, and on the other hand, the values of facing the honor and disgrace of the country.
Accompanied by my crude words, the first roar on the beach was finally ushered in. Because of starvation, the teenagers sneaked into the peasant woman's house at night and stole food mixed with mouse droppings. One of the twin brothers suddenly vomited during demining because of unclean food. Sebastian (the prisoner of war leader), who found the situation, called out loudly to remind him, but only received a roar. In a burst of fire and fog, the twin brother/elder lost his upper arms. After a long silence, the cries of the younger brother/brother mixed with the cries of "I want to go home" burst into the hearts of everyone on the beach. The moment has finally come, and every surviving teenager has a trace of luck and boundless panic about the next roar.
The injured brother/elder was taken to a field hospital and died shortly after. Karl chose to conceal his death, telling everyone that he had returned to Germany and back to his home. At this moment, facing the group of teenagers, the ravines on Carl's face, which were outlined by the wind, frost, rain and blood due to the years of battle, softened. Carl's hard heart began to soften. He understood that he should not hate this group of soldiers of the enemy country. It is the crime of the country to wage war, but fighting for the country is the mission of the soldiers.
At the end of the play, Karl used his private power to send the four surviving teenagers to the German border. Under Carl's gaze, the four teenagers ran towards the land of the motherland. During the 500 meters home, Sebastian looked back at Karl several times. If it weren't for the war, they might have been friends. But if there is no war, how can they get to know each other. Every adventure in life is doomed, and the existence of this group of teenagers will always remind Carl and me to be a gentle person.
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