In fact, even though I have always despised CLAMP aunts as if they are inferior in skill, I have been unable to face myself to answer this question for a long time. I couldn't find the answer to convince myself, and I didn't dare or bear to say that after all, human beings, just like those extinct species, will return to the dust, and we have soiled our hands, so we no longer have the right to defend ourselves.
Humans are happy to create, but it seems that he is more obsessed with destruction. If the destruction given by humans is only aimed at the outside world, we can still be a little relieved and explain it as the instinct for species to multiply and expand. However, this is clearly not the case. As exquisite as destroying nature, it is the skill of human beings to kill each other. And war is the master of this technique, the wound that human beings never heal. Even if it is not the last straw for the demise of mankind, it must be the one with the most weight. Although intellectually, I can objectively repeat the root cause of any war and analyze the specific considerations of each class and group related to it. But emotionally, I still can't understand why people have been so happy with this stupid thing for thousands of years. We will never be able to calculate how many people have died in wars on this earth in history, and how many people have died in wars. We can never imagine how many of the thousands of things that are easily destroyed by the flames of war are the treasures created by the predecessors with great pains. As for the books and techniques that have been passed down from generation to generation, how many have never been seen since then, we never know.
If a war cannot be avoided, how much sacrifice is necessary? The wars recorded in history books are always full of mistakes, and as a result, some blood has flowed, but it is meaningless. As a party participating in the war, what is the best effort? A good soldier, knowing oneself and the enemy, coupled with a stable rear, a steady stream of supplies, are these enough? Of course, maybe enough, maybe not. In fact, it is not so easy to do this. The colonel emphasized over and over again that we can't outflank, we can only attack head-on. As for why it can't be outflanked, we can't see the reason in the film. Without reconnaissance, without detailed analysis, all that was shown was the stylized face of a stupid general. This has also become the premise of the story. The soldiers of Company C have no choice but to be pushed onto the battlefield, praying for precious good luck. When the battle finally progressed, the colonel talked about water and morale, and he didn't even conceal his voice. As someone who has been waiting for the war for fifteen years, his excitement and impatience seem so obscene. The colonel knows everything well. He sees the future that he will not be neglected at last, and throws C away from even the dead and the alive.
I killed a person, and the crime of murder is more serious than rape—this is the monologue of a certain face on the battlefield. After the stronghold was taken, he still said, I killed someone. Taking a person's life is so insignificant in the whole war, but it has become a nightmare he can never get rid of, and has become a part of his life. Throughout his life, he can no longer forget that he killed a person. What about those who plan wars, promote wars, and prepare wars? What about those who put all their energy into researching how to make more lives disappear in less time? There is no doubt that their crimes are more serious, but the traces of a war in their hearts are always far shallower than ordinary soldiers. They have taken countless lives, but they have almost good dreams every night. This world is ridiculous, right?
I have twelve brothers, they are all dead, why am I still alive? ——Insanity on the battlefield is terrible, but he is still alive. He put down his gun and staggered in the sound of gunfire and gunpowder smoke, but good luck never left, so he still and continued to live. If God also has a dark side, should I believe you again?
Those repetitive folk songs and free fishing and hunting life represent another world, like a peach blossom field. Of course, primitiveness does not necessarily lead to harmony, but why is development always inseparable from war? When a person is dragged into a war, it is not tragic, but sad. And when most people were thrown into the battlefield involuntarily, sadness converged into despair. Kill, or be killed; drop, or not drop. Why is this world so crazy?
A long time ago, I decided to watch "The Thin Red Line". But when I finally finished reading it, I was relieved, as if I had completed a task. Intermittent and lengthy monologues, beautiful scenery interspersed from time to time, and the lonely figure of women, my thoughts float on it, I don't like it, and I don't hate it. At the same time, those faces of dying one after another didn't move me as much as I wanted. It was the eyes in the jungle that eventually prompted me to write this review. The creature I couldn't identify, it hugged the trunk and turned its head to look around. I don't know the end of the line of sight, but this story makes me feel that what it looks at is the top of a mountain in flames. It is very laid-back, as calm as a snake on the battlefield. They are not the goal in this war. Their fate is different from the horses that were driven in ancient times, and also from the herds of cattle used in the fire bull formation. To some extent, they are the safest creatures in this war. So, what did its bright eyes see? Is it a ridiculous world, or a crazy world?
Witte finally took the initiative to return to Company C and came to the battlefield. In order to save the company, he died in the jungle, his tombstone was his gun. He always wanted to be as calm as his mother before he died, and I think he should have done it. The moment I fell, a bird flew across the sky. Maybe this is the answer to the question at the beginning of the article. We resent this world, we love this world, and we are afraid of this eternal destiny, but we are willing to bear it.
When something happens, I want to make sure I'm there—the deserter Werther said.
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