We were fortunate enough to be born in a time of peace, only through literature and art to see the cruelty of war, although the artillery fire in the Middle East has not ceased, but it seems to us that it is still far away. If Jim was born now, he would only be the young master of a noble family. He would go to the choir every week, love bridge, and fighter jets. When he grows up, he might go to a mission school, then go to college, get married, have children, and inherit the family business. Because of his love for fighter jets, he collects a bunch of models, maybe likes a game called Delta, often visits military museums, and maybe even becomes an Air Force member.
But it was 1941, and by accident he saw the real Zero, and then the Cadillac P51 in the air, and I kind of wanted to cry as he cheered excitedly on the patio. It might be a cool thing for a kid who loves fighter jets, it means man, bravery, sophisticated instruments and sophisticated technology to protect who you want to protect, but for war, it's The tool of siege and looting is a weapon with huge lethality, cold and ruthless, and its power is infinite.
He saw death. The woman he took as his mother died when he pretended to be dead. He thought he saw her soul ascend to heaven, and then he knew it was an atomic bomb explosion. He watched Beth cover the mosquito net, thought he was going to hang up, and hurriedly ran to see him, but the mosquito net was bribed, and Beth took his buddy to "accidentally kill" his Japanese friend-the one with him The kamikaze commander who saved him because of the plane, who couldn't cry when he was about to take off.
All he wanted was to live, to find a haven where he could rest, to raise his hands to surrender when he saw the army, to kneel and beg for mercy when there was a life-threatening conflict, in his broken Japanese. He wanted others to live, and he used the cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques the doctor taught him, but he didn't save a single person.
In the eyes of children, the rules of the world are so pure and simple, my father has money and status, and my father will reward you for helping me. You won't hurt me if I surrender. Slowly, he learned that people can do anything for potatoes. He ate worms to supplement protein, bought and sold them in the concentration camp for the pleasure of helping others. In order to live in the US military dormitory, he ran to the iron thorn peripheral trap that might be buried with landmines. Even though the whole dormitory saluted him like a hero, he still lived in Beth. When I was hospitalized, I was kicked out of the bed that was not warm.
Jim in the final scene, with sunken eye sockets and a numb expression, his beautiful and deep soul is shrouded in the thick smoke of war, waiting for the love of his family to make it shine again.
May peace be there.
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