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By Lesly 2022-01-28 08:22:59
(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 rush through the hail of bullets and heavy enemy defenses like a man. And whether it is the roaring front line or the quiet rear, the monument will soothe all anxiety and danger. It is glorious. Those...
By Raphael 2022-01-28 08:22:59
Live in the shadow of my father or die in battle
Stumbled across another HP-Daniel movie over the weekend
Adapting a true story about the first British Nobel Prize winner The story of Rudyard Kipling, the great writer of the literary award, who pushed his severely short-sighted son to the battlefield. In fact, the above statement is full of personal emotions,...
By Emilia 2022-01-28 08:22:59
The Boy Who Will Die-----Remember Daniel
"But he never really got on the field. To him, war seemed like a beautiful parade on the playground, or a parade of heroes."
This is a line in the movie "My Son Jack," starring Daniel. Pardon me being mean, but it's not too much to use in Daniel's acting career since Harry.
Playing Harry was the British boy's greatest fortune, and it made him doomed to be associated with the name Harry Potter forever. No matter how old Harry was, he was no older than seventeen in the...
By Jess 2022-01-28 08:22:59
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
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with...
By Reanna 2022-01-28 08:22:59
In 1915, 18-year-old Lieutenant Jack fell on the front line in heavy rain. Despite his hard training, despite his hard work, despite his cool face to those horrific fears, he was still a child under 20 at that moment. He fell on the muddy front line, under machine gun fire, trying to find the dropped glasses. What did he think of at the last moment of his young life? Is it this damn war, or is it his own father?
Rudyard Kipling is Jack's father. If you have an understanding of the...
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By Nyasia 2023-02-27 20:58:42
It is often heard that children of British aristocracy have a higher mortality rate than commoners, because they value responsibility and honor far above life. This film is an interpretation of this...
By Alyson 2022-10-11 11:24:06
Radical patriots are everywhere, not just in one or two...
By Birdie 2022-09-11 07:52:59
This kind of drama makes me really...
By Shanie 2022-09-09 05:28:31
A movie full of guilt and despair, the cruelty of war, and no one of the citizens of the declared war country can be...
By Pearlie 2022-04-24 07:01:24
A hot-blooded boy with a high degree of myopia, at his age, the understanding of glory is equal to impulsiveness, and the love of parents is a bit more like the heart of the poor world parents in the...
McHugh: [the last of Jack's soldiers are about to go over the trench and take the enemy base] I am not fucking going anywhere!
John Kipling: You are, we all are!
McHugh: You're a murderer! You're a fucking murderer!
John Kipling: I'm not a murderer McHugh, I'm obeying orders.
Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.
Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.
Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.
Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!
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.
