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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 Alisha 2023-07-26 21:49:01
I always feel that writers advocate human nature, and Kipling's deep loyalty to the king makes it difficult for me to understand....
By Margarita 2023-05-31 15:26:27
Facts have proved that the British are only good at making literary films. The first half of the story is good from the son's joining the army to the battle. But the family's reaction after the son's death was really contrived, giving people a very unnatural...
By Bernice 2023-05-19 00:28:58
After hearing the news of their son's death, the family's mourning expressions alternate with Jack fumbling through his glasses... I really like the poem Not This Tide that Kipling reads at the...
By Georgianna 2023-04-27 23:38:25
Is it dull because it is too...
By Leanne 2023-04-18 18:32:45
This is just an ordinary war-torn family. The film is light, and the last 30 minutes are uncomfortable. A son who wants to prove that he has left the family, a father who wants his son to realize his ideals. One is too simple and the other is too idealistic. It is a pity that war is not a child's play, and there is always a price to pay. It would be too cruel to say that it was the father who killed the son, and it cannot simply be said that it was the deception of the fathers. Love...
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.
[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!
