I don't know how it feels.
The initial military salute of General Hammer in the rain was a tension of sadness. They're not coming for us, are they? The desperate voices of the subordinates who were born into death in the past are endless. After trying again and again, he finally chose a road that is destined to have no end.
In the rain, standing in front of his wife's tomb, carefully put down the purple star medal that was exchanged with blood in the past. don't think less of me, he said.
Maybe it is such a hero, who carries too much guilt and responsibility, and is a man of perseverance.
Politics is indeed more important than others, so the country can delay the demand for compensation that is not excessive without hesitating 100 lives. I don't understand the politics of darkness or helplessness, but I feel sad alone, like being betrayed by what I have dedicated myself to.
So seeing those who are still firm in their beliefs is filled with admiration. This kind of belief, whether it is worth it or not, is discerned and forgiven with the noble soul of the pilgrim. Such forgiveness and perseverance made me choke.
Watching Hanmer spread the two children apart before implementing the plan, watching him cry out a ceasefire loudly and helplessly, watching him silently close the eyes of the opponents who refused to return and died in battle, watching him finally Changing the course of the missile at all times, watching the majesty of his efforts to control the out-of-control members, watching the fading light in his eyes before the end of his life, watching his feeble self-blame.
There are those soldiers who are equally stupid. In unfavorable circumstances, he still refused to give up the poor duty of a soldier, and insisted on refusing to disarm until he was shot to death by the captain. At the last moment, he picked up the gun to help the general's major, looked at his sad but not hurting eyes, and said with satisfaction, it has been the greatest honor of my life to serve with you, General He pointed the gun to the general's head , But like his said, he said it's over. Then his bullet hit the rebellious side.
I started crying from here.
Is there anything worth persisting or even sacrificing? Perhaps it is the most kind and the principle of nothing to ask for. To observe and violate it is probably the judgment between the hero and the wicked.
Those simplest things still need someone to persist, but they also need care to maintain.
I like the eyes of ed harris, a pair of eyes with the spirituality and dignity of an excellent soldier.
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