If the film wanted to express the humanity of the American military or society, it certainly succeeded. Those salutes and procedures with a strong sense of ritual, those footsteps that stop automatically and the lights on, the cross that was quietly stuffed into the hands of the officers, strangers express their respect in the simplest way, and show respect to a person they have never met before. A young soldier, because his eyes are always closed, he can't see people's sad faces, but unfortunately, his eyes are closed forever, and he can no longer see people's sad faces.
Apart from the soldiers' relatives and friends, not many people are keen to learn about the soldiers' loss of life. For them, the national flag covered on the coffin has already decided everything. Respect goes to his dedication, bravery and selflessness, no matter what the background reasons are traced back to, at the moment when his life disappeared, he fulfilled the duty of a national soldier.
Whether it's worth it or not is the most common criterion used by people in peace when discussing bloodshed in war, but who can say clearly. What judgment should be based on, whether it is based on the root cause, whether it is based on the result, whether it is based on the attitude of people's blood or indifference, whether the compensation is rich or not, whether the gravestone is solemn or the grave is overgrown with weeds. Fairness is too thin, and any kind of evaluation seems specious to those figures who bravely move forward but are eventually buried in dust.
Chance Phelps fell on a foreign land with a sense of justice in his heart, and when John Lennon sang "Give Peace a Chance", there were already many soldiers trapped in the remote Vietnamese jungle, and many of them would never make it. Ask a question, is it worth it.
So temporarily ignore those political rhetoric that are unclear and unclear. After the passage of time, the truth will become an illusion, and the illusion will become the truth. The only constant fact is that life is lost and irreversible. Chance Phelps was escorted home with the respect he deserved, and his way home reminds me of the nameless tombstones I've seen, standing alone in a corner where no one knows who they are and no one can make them The soul returns home. Compared to them, and the souls who didn't even leave a trace, Chance Phelps seemed lucky.
Actually it's the same. No one deserves to die.
On the battlefields one after another, some people sacrificed, lived forever, were commemorated, and were called heroes; However, the dignity of life is not distinguished by the title behind it. When everything is gone, what is revealed is the sadness at the end of life, which is generally the same.
I read a paragraph a long time ago, and I hurriedly copied it in the blank of the page I opened, and excerpted it at the end of this article to commemorate all the lives lost on the battlefield.
"Those living beings are the most lovely people when they are in need, warriors and martyrs, and a symbol full of light.
After that, they scattered around us like sand and leaves, and only reminded us at certain moments. See it, and then let out a surprise.
Heroes and cannon fodder are humiliating to them, because all wars destroy the dignity of life.”
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