I have watched a lot of war movies, but this kind of documentary of collective memories from front-line veterans is rarely touched. With historical photos and scene reproductions, it is easy for the audience to appreciate the obvious difference between the real war far from civilization and the war art full of retouched renderings. Annoying lice and rats, rugged trenches with fancy names to keep you from getting lost, stinking public toilets with no privacy, dead bodies hanging on barbed wire, much-discussed battlefield food, and the worst conditions They have to find a way to boil water to make tea in the British way of life... The 16- or 17-year-old boy who is full of passion and even longs to hide his age in the army has experienced a bloody storm that has lost the cloak of civilization. A group of little brats who don't know how to be a good prostitute in the face of prostitutes, so they took all kinds of weapons made by modern industry, traveled through poisonous gas, faced artillery fire, followed tanks they had never seen before and the same young German soldiers. See you in battle. Throughout the narrative process, the emotional expressions of the veterans are real, simple, simple, and even numb. These emotional experiences, which are difficult to empathize with in a civilized society, emanated from the exhausted bodies and finally converged into a simple vernacular: "Stop fighting."
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