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Velva 2022-04-24 07:01:24
Daniel's transformational work! The plot is a little dull overall, but it can still make people move at the end! It turned out that Kipling's son participated in World War I and died in action... He was only 18... (Xiang Er must be with me Watch the whole...
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Antwon 2022-04-24 07:01:24
The war scenes depicted in the movie are not too many, but the cruelty conveyed is not much at all. Even if Jack is mature and excellent, he is just a child who has just turned 18, with his father's expectations and full of enthusiasm, in the cold rain. heroic sacrifice. The war devoured the living life, leaving only grief and reflection for future generations. Various emotions were intertwined into a poem called "My Boy Jack", which calmly recited the most complex...
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Rupert 2022-04-24 07:01:24
A very simple anti-war story, just read the beginning and guess the end. all for...
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Kacey 2022-04-24 07:01:24
1. When people are fanatically pursuing freedom, do they really notice whether the path they are walking is true to their hearts? 2. Actually I believe Jack cares. 3. I fell for a British man...
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Providenci 2022-04-24 07:01:24
Hehehe, I haven't seen Harry Potter, but I saw...
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Rosalia 2022-04-24 07:01:24
The elders deceived us. When Jack's mother took out her son's clothes and put them on to feel his warmth, I remember...
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Monica 2022-04-24 07:01:24
It's very touching and not popular, probably because it's not shocking...
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Verda 2022-04-24 07:01:24
Few people also know that two years after his son was declared missing, Kipling wrote this epitaph for his son: If anyone asks why we lost our lives in war because our elders deceived us "the result of the battle" It's a white graveyard and the names of the newly melee dead. The liturgy is gloomy and dreary, where the fooled lie rests - he tries to take the lands of the East by force" -...
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Liana 2022-04-24 07:01:24
Look at Potter with a...
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Lee 2022-04-23 07:04:50
If someone asks why we lost our lives in war because our elders deceived...
My Boy Jack Comments
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Jess 2022-01-28 08:22:59
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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Lesly 2022-01-28 08:22:59
World War I glory
(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...
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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.
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[last lines]
Rudyard Kipling: Have you news of my boy Jack?/ Not this tide./ When d'you think that he'll come back?/ Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Has any one else had word of him?/ Not this tide./ For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?/ None this tide,/ Nor any tide,/ Except he did not shame his kind-/ Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide./ Then hold your head up all the more,/ This tide,/ And every tide;/ Because he was the son you bore,/ And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
