Large tracts of sunflowers are recruiting, opening, and maturing. When the world is presented in a poetic way, listen to it again Without the sound of guns, there will be no more deaths, no more retreat orders, no more offensive commands, no more urban areas, residents, and soldiers. However, in this endless world of flowers, in this bright day, among the sunflowers, there is a tank parked, a tank with gunfire, a tank that just broke out of the encirclement, and a tank that is about Tanks rushing to the next battlefield. The flowers and the tank are combined there with a strong visual impact. Will the tank destroy the beautiful poetry, or the flowers will melt the horror of war?
The former is called abrupt, the latter is submerged, the former is destruction, and the latter is anti-war. But in fact, the former is just for staying while the latter is just for embellishment. Only by opening the lid on the top of the tank can you come out of the dark inner world, can see the bright light, breathe free air, and see the blooming flowers. It is not a kind of The inevitable choice, but let people see light and hope, see life and growth, this is a beautiful scene far away from war, but for this tank that has to perform missions, this is not the end, this is not the destination. In the distance, and farther away, there are new missions, new darkness, new battlefields, and new deaths. Only when the tank moves forward is inevitable.
On the inevitable road, it is accidental, and in the inevitable war, it is accidental poetry, and this accident is fragile and sad-only a shell is needed, and this sea of flowers will be destroyed. Become a ruin. The beauty of the fragile wind has only become a kind of dream, and it starts with a dream, ends with a dream, and temporarily escapes from the gunpowder, the flames of war, and the death. Isn't it a call from the heart? Isn't it an attitude of rejecting war?
In 1982, Lebanon, here and now, there was only an inevitable war and only an inevitable death. Whether it’s "Rhino" or "Cinderella", in the time and space named after such a poetic name, they point to the cold tank, to the cold guns, to the bloody reality, and to those called "enemies". "The crowd. And in the inner world of this "rhino", there is only greasy, dark, and chaotic space. It is tasked and fired. There are only destroyed ruins in front of its eyes, only the destroyed enemies, and only the hits. Target. As a presence in war, its name is called "weapon". And in this huge, cold, weapon that protects oneself and slaughter the enemy, everything that is seen cannot escape all the norms of war.
A crosshair sight is the only exit to the outside world. It can aim at the enemy, aim at the target, and fire cannonballs. However, from this only exit, you can see all the cruelty of the world. The child who ran away from the street had angry eyes, the old man who was sitting calmly had hatred in his eyes, and the woman who had lost her husband and children had even more desperate eyes, yes, They are living people. They are not enemies, terrorists, or targets of strikes, but they have no hope in their eyes. They treat everything equally and express them in the same way for everything that happens before them. fear.
And besides the living people, there are those who have died, the animals that have died, a donkey fell to the ground, no longer a struggle, but its mouth is still moving, his eyes are still turning, for it, it is dying. His life has come to an end; beside the old man is a man with his head on the table, and his only skull is blurred with blood: After the man was hit by the terrorists, his whole body fell from the upstairs and fell heavily. On the ground; there are also the animal carcasses that have been stripped of their skins, and the innocent civilians who will never get up in the ruins, and even the soldiers who are constantly advancing and being attacked, bloody appearing in the scope.
However, this sight is by no means a simple viewing window. As a part of a weapon, its greatest significance is shooting. But who will shoot? He is the soldier who has been ordered, he is the soldier who has seen death, he is a shooter who cannot escape and choose, "I have never killed anyone." This is the horrified voice of Smuli, a person who has not experienced artillery fire. The recruit, a soldier who had never seen such a tragic death, faced the launch button in his hand, his hand was shaking, and his heart was even more panicked. Seeing the helpless eyes of the old people, the angry eyes of the teenagers, and the painful eyes of the women, Smurley hesitated, but the melancholy of the battlefield might lead to another tragedy. When the car drove into their field of vision, the initial order was to warn with artillery fire, but in an instant the paratroopers ahead realized that it was a terrorist dressed as a civilian, and another order was to open fire, but Smuri hesitated. In this hesitation, the enemy’s gunshots rang, and the terrorists ran away from the car and ran into the banana forest. They lost the opportunity, but they also killed their own people. The second time, when a truck appeared in front of him, the front was directly in front of him. The command was to fire. Smurray pressed the button to fire, only to find that it was a civilian truck loaded with chickens, but the shells made the poor old farmer lose his feet and hands. He groaned painfully on the ground, but He couldn't stand up anymore, but the marching soldiers shot him up, and death, that's it, was always straightforward and cruel. Because of hesitation, the opportunity to kill the enemy was missed, and the death of innocent civilians was killed because of the execution of the order. For Smouli, this is a kind of torment and cruelty of war. When the third mission was launched, in the scope, it was a family hijacked by terrorists. The hostages were begging and the enemy was clamoring. Smurray experienced another struggle in the order. He was making the smallest sacrifice possible. Under the circumstances, the gun was fired, the terrorist was killed, and the surviving woman also lost her husband and 5-year-old child.
"Do you think you are at a playhouse? This is war." This is the commander Arthur in the tank "Rhino" yelling at him. Yes, this is war, this is the battlefield. There are only orders, only shooting, hesitation and Giving up has never been the duty of a soldier, but in fact, if everyone goes to war without struggling and without mercy, then man is nothing more than a tool, and the cruelty of war is to treat man as a tool and destroy humanity. , Only you die and die, and only at any cost, can you finally become a winner. But inside this claustrophobic, narrow and dark "rhino", in this seemingly relatively safe and closed world, the shooter, loader, driver, and commander are in this world isolated from the outside world. Completed another naming of war, even a limited subversion.
Smuli’s hesitation and pain is a return to a kind of humanity. He said: “I don’t want to get their blood on my hands.” But Heze, the soldier who has been in the war for the longest time, always resisted the command. Official Arthur's order, he said he was very tired, he accused it of "broken order", even he thought that he would have a vacation in two weeks. Both Smurley and Heze were resisting orders, and both were obeying their inner call. And Yi Gao seemed to be the most emotional person. He remembered the story of his father’s funeral when he was a child. The female teacher told him the news during class. He held the female teacher, and the female teacher’s body touched him and let him With a certain impulse, the "tent-like jacking up" made him reluctant to leave the teacher, pretending to hold tighter while crying, and the physical friction made him feel the pleasure. The death of his father was a sad thing. However, deep in his young heart, it was impulse and excitement. This was a subversion of death. The saddest emotion awakened sexual consciousness, and this awakening and release became an instinctive release. It is the individual who seems to return to the meaning of being the most one person in this kind of narration.
In the tank, Yi Gao always thought of his mother. He hoped that the troops could report safety to his mother in a special way. "Maybe my mother is sorting out the photos of my childhood, and she will divide the photos into black and white and color." Mother's longing became the warmest scene, which seemed to make them temporarily forget the endless war outside and the possible death at any time. Commander Arthur, in front of the Syrian prisoner of war, also manifested a humanitarian spirit everywhere. The tied prisoner always peeed. He took the black box, unbuttoned his pants, and squatted. Waiting for him to solve it by his side. When they were trapped by the enemy and even lost contact with the front for a while, Arthur gave the order to "break north and go into battle." Before executing the action, he took out a razor, sprayed foam, and His beard was shaved clean, because he said: "You cannot go to the battlefield dirty." Going to the battlefield seems to be a ritual, which must reflect human dignity, and his attitude towards prisoners of war is also an equal attitude, so in that Phalange Party on prisoners of war who threatened to cut off the penis of an eye gouge time, but then Arthur prisoners of war, said: "we will not kill you."
four people talk, the story of four people, in a closed Fleeing war, avoiding death, avoiding pain in the world, this is a return of human nature, and the nude poster behind the broken glass, the portrait of the Virgin on the ruins in front of the camera, the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the Big Ben in London are seen in the pictures. The skyscrapers in New York are like subversion of war and yearning for peace. And the iron skin of the "rhinoceros" is also printed with the words: "Only talents are made of steel, and tanks are just a pool of metal." Tanks are just cold metal, and talents are real power. This is an attitude. Kind of spirit.
But this happy and peaceful world is fragile. Outside the tank are bullets and artillery fired at any time, which is possible death at any time. In the tank, despite the stories, warmth and human nature, there is no real escape. Tanks are part of this war. They are responsible for clearing obstacles, blocking roads, attacking the enemy, and covering troops. When the lid on the top is opened, a dead soldier may be put down, and they may be handed over to them with a different language. The prisoners of war are also blood and death, but they are actually connected to the outside world. Operation commander Jameel entered the tank, and he issued two major tasks for the operation. In his mouth, the phosphorous bombs must be called smoke bombs, and the captives are called "crickets". The war is an order to be executed out of nowhere. , It is also that everything normal is rewritten, named, and incorporated into it. And when the tank deviated from the route and had to leave, everyone smelled of suffocation, because deviating from the route meant being trapped in the enemy's circle, it meant that it might be hit, and it meant the instant end of life.
The severely damaged rhino, in Arthur’s order to "make a bloody road", in Yi Gao panicked and shouted "I want to go home, I want to mother" crying, the tank could not activate the fear of everyone In the middle, finally ushered in the most tragic blow. The strong shock and damage made everyone feel the power of the war and the cruelty of the war. The intercom signal that was just connected came from: I have reported peace to my family, yes. Yigao’s response to the “stupid request” put forward at the beginning, but Yigao could no longer hear it. His life became so fragile, a tremor, a dizziness, and a burst of darkness. When he recovered, Yigao was already bloody. He died, but his eyes were open, as if conveying a kind of regret that could not be looked at, like an irony, repaying peace and death, happened almost at the same time, like two sides brought by war, one side is life. On the one hand, there is death. They are never isolated in two worlds. In an instant, that kind of uncontrollable power will turn a living life into eternal death.
The enclosed, cramped, dark, and chaotic tank contains a small world of human nature, and it is also a short path to life. In a battlefield filled with danger and smoke, no one knows when the war will begin and when. It is over, and even if they turn over the night, after the fighting subsides, after the death, we ushered in the dawn, ushered in the light, ushered in peace, and ushered in the sunflowers in full bloom all over the world. Like life should be, gorgeous, colorful, shining with the power of growth. But even if everyone wants to indulge in this sea of flowers, it is only a short-lived imagination, because for them, the next task is still waiting, the next breakout is still being prepared, or it is cruel, direct, and has no choice. His death is also ahead, and the sentence on the tank has become another way of saying: "No one is a body of steel, they are just a pool of metal like a tank."
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