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World War I glory
Lesly 2022-01-28 08:22:59
(2009.11.12) Everyone has their dreams. There are very few who can open their minds and move forward boldly. It may be the closure of reality, or it may be the difference of ideology between people. In the age of raging wars, it is a choice whether to live in a comfortable nest at the rear, or to rush through the hail of bullets and heavy enemy defenses like a man. And whether it is the roaring front line or the quiet rear, the monument will soothe all anxiety and danger. It is glorious. Those martyrs who sacrificed may not die with pain, but with an ideal smile. War toss people, may the world be at peace! PS: Carey Mulligan is beautiful.
Extended Reading
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Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.
Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.
Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.
Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!
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Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.
Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.
Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.