On one side are groans, corpses, artillery fire and debris; on the other side are the sounds of nature, new students, relatives and homes; what would a normal person choose? But there's nothing you can do, because "some people just want to fight."
When the two who survived desperately tried to drag the enemy in the crashed bomber out of the explosion, I thought the movie was trying to express the brilliance of human nature. Because life knows no nationality. But I didn't expect that the male protagonist I thought was stabbed in the stomach by the enemy who had just rescued himself at this moment. Perhaps, this is the war, there is no humanity, don't have illusions, and see no hope. Even if you exhausted all your strength and gave your life to the order to retreat, so what. Retreat at this moment, and will receive an order to attack again in the early morning tomorrow. Retreat to attack, attack to retreat, again and again. Unless you fight to the last breath. Of course, in more cases, there is not even a breath left. Often, there is only one medal left in a living life, which is about a small piece of worthless broken tin, a photo stained with blood, a name arranged densely on a monument... No, maybe these are all too. There was nothing left, but a cold corpse that no one knew about, floating in the river, lying in a battle pit and being chewed by rats.
When Tom talks about picking fruit all day in the orchard with his brother when he was a kid; when Will sings hometown songs to the little baby; when a soldier of a company listens very quietly, "I only need to cross the Jordan, I only need to go back. to my hometown”; when a corporal who has finally completed his task leans against a tree trunk to open the chest of photos; they all seem to have lived their entire lives. The harder you work, the more reluctant you are; the more you love, the more nostalgic.
"I don't know if the separation this time is a goodbye." Then treat the time before each separation as a goodbye to cherish, enjoy, and remember. Hope no one ever wants to fight again. May we all still have songs, cherry blossoms, friendship, mothers, lovers and homes.
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