On the frontline of World War I in 1914, the three armies of Scotland, Germany, and France faced off. The trenches of the three parties are under their noses, and in front of them is the cold battlefield with corpses lying on them. On the night of Christmas Eve, a Scottish bagpipe sounded, and the music was never stingy. She stepped across the trenches, ripples in everyone's heart. A German non-commissioned officer who was originally a tenor, and the other's trench bagpipe, bravely walked out of the trench with a Christmas tree in hand, and sang the famous chant "Silent Night, Holy Night". At that moment, I thought every soldier There will be a warm picture in her mind--Home: Whether it's wrapping a newborn child or making coffee with her mother.
The incredible scene appeared. Wandering between hunger, cold and death, the soldiers walked out of the trenches under the call of Christmas songs. They put down their guns, shook hands with each other, took out their chocolates and cigarettes, and handed the photos of their wives to the "enemy". At that moment, there were no British, French or Germans, only living "people". The officers of the three parties agreed to a private truce for one night. They sat together on the battlefield where they had killed each other, and the Scottish priest presided over a mass. The next day, they negotiated again, brought back their respective soldiers who died in battle, and held a collective funeral for them. Because the dead have the same right to enjoy their Christmas as the living. The soldiers drank, played football, and played poker together. Gradually they discovered that the enemies they had always hated were so flesh and blood. Everyone has their own wives and children. Everyone has an interesting experience. Everyone has a good career. Everyone seems to have an interesting experience. Have all lived by their side. Some people left their addresses for new friends and invited him to stay at home after the war, or go to a bar for a drink together. The stray cats on the battlefield became common friends of the soldiers on both sides, and the Christmas tree became an olive branch that summoned peace. The three officers continued to collude with the enemy. Whenever one side wanted to fire from the rear, they would notify the other side to evade in their own trenches. In this way, they all survived. If there is no Christmas Eve, if there is no chant, they may have fallen into the trenches in blood and blood.
They wrote letters to their families to share the joy of the night. The letters were detained by their superiors and convicted of "treason"!
This is the "justice" face of the grand country and war in front of "Reed's individual". Is a person a flat symbol? Or is it a living life? To them you are a Lamite vertical machine, a Lei Feng-style screw. Just when you loaded the bullet into the barrel and prepared to charge into battle, you yourself became the bullet in the barrel of a certain leader of the country. You don’t know where your bullet is buried in the corpse, and you don’t know where to throw the dirt. inside. We always love a certain individual (leader, helmsman) to the extreme and a certain group (the people, the disadvantaged) at the same time, and we never want to love every living life around us! We are accustomed to seeing people passing by as a symbol, just like passing a wall or a tree, and sometimes we can't help turning our family, friends, and classmates around into a shriveled symbol. So when we come to the battlefield, the enemies on the opposite side are the heinous butchers and beasts. Not killing is not enough to quell our anger. However, I didn't expect them to come from a warm home like us, they also have their own stories, and they are looking forward to something! We may not have thought about it: Trenches can be used to shelter, can be used to block bullets, but they can never stop fear! The open space in front of you can be a battlefield, but it can also be a stage, a football field, or even a church! In this way, we died in each other's "hatred without hatred", and we fell on the battlefield without even leaving a name.
Weber said that the state is a legal monopoly on violence. But we unconsciously become the monopolized violence itself! What is true justice? Angelica is the happiness of every individual!
Why is the country afraid of private things? Because in the letters of those soldiers, every word permeates the reflection on the war and the care for the life itself! Because as "Nineteen Eighty Four" said "making love is revolution"! Because if you give me a soul, there will be revolution in the depths of my soul!
In my opinion, the scenes in the movie cannot be copied, because there is one thing declining-"faith". From the perspective of game theory, the three parties to the war are in a state of incomplete information repeated game. The three parties abandoned the "Nash equilibrium" under the prisoner’s dilemma and chose the "Pareto optimal". The realization of the equilibrium requires a kind of what Rawls calls "Overlapping consensus." And this overlapping consensus has been in a trance today, and the "Verdun Meat Grinder" that left us with more memories of World War I.
Think of the beginning of "Tai Chi Flag Flying". Koreans personally scanned the remains on the old battlefield and used DNA and bone synthesis technology to confirm the identity of each fighter. I think of "Assembly Number" again. Those 47 brothers who were regarded as missing were only given the poor honorary title in the end. But we must remember: the marginal cost of the state issuing "honorary titles" is zero, but you are trading for the life of a son, a husband, and a father. Is it worth it? With more honor, inflation will also depreciate! Besides, it doesn't work well in another country and another dynasty!
Gu Zidi shouted "Eat dumplings or bullets", this is a kind of strong persuasion to surrender. It is different from "Merry Christmas" where everyone sits down and prays equally.
"Poor bones by the riverside is still a deep boudoir dreamer"
"Xing, the people suffer! Perish, the people suffer!"
Zhongyuan
wrote to himself Christmas
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