"The bullet is eating everything, the leaves, the woods, the earth, everyone. It's eating them. It's just bleeding people." - Agu
Boy, get the gun, it's not a boy
When it comes to war, people are always naive about the good and evil of human nature. And the hope of family and love in the raging war.
If you try to organize the above central idea into a sentence, you will find that it appears in almost every war-related film review, and when people look at a thing so consistently, they are often far from the truth. Anything that can be said in one sentence often occupies an unimportant position in the life of the speaker.
We are far away from the war, except for the great glory and correctness of the saying, it is human nature and compassion. In the final analysis, it is still a matter of "it doesn't matter if you can't understand it clearly".
I have to say that in middle school education, the teachers who always let us summarize the core ideas have actually done a harmful thing.
Perhaps this kind of education at least stifles a considerable part of the empathy in people's hearts, and also makes us lose the ability to understand the unknown in the long and narrow path of life.
It's like living like an ant in basketball, always thinking that this is an endless flat ground.
In my memory, the most glorious image of the young soldier is Sousuke Sagara in "Full Metal Frenzy". His life far away from the world, his mobility and survivability beyond his peers, made me even more interested in having such a People of a pathetic status, returned with admirable curiosity. Of course, a two-dimensional work for teenagers has the limitation of being too simple and brisk.
With the passage of time, the joyous comedy can no longer satisfy my curiosity about the battlefield, let alone arouse my compassion. So much so that I forgot that I had such a strong curiosity about the stories of warriors, and the liking turned to be acceptable in a general sense.
Whether war is in the form of a heroic and fearless hero, or it focuses on responsibility and responsibility, or it is used to make people cherish peace, or even to describe the love and affection in war, it is not the closest way to our real life, we are just Other people's moving blood surging, moved to tears - it is someone else's moving.
However, when the child was put on the battlefield, there was no innocence in his eyes, how stimulating the senses would be, and how unacceptable it would be.
It happens every day, we watch baby corpses curl up on the beach, watch Syrian children have numbers attached to their bodies because they don't know their names.
In a place where war is raging, the people who lose their lives are just a bunch of numbers, and a boy, in the fire of fighting, is regarded as a pair of hands that can hold a gun.
Agu's family living in the truce zone is kind and generous. An optimistic and humorous father distributes his land to refugees to live in, and a merciful mother always prays very devoutly in the church.
The older brother, who seemed to only care about his hairstyle and muscles, punished his younger brother for urinating on his face, just wrapping him in a blanket and watching himself dance a "deadly" dance.
The imaginative Agu is even more of a ghost. He removed the TV casing at home and let his friends perform through the hollow in order to sell this imaginary TV to the peacekeeping force of the African Union in exchange for food.
However, the government forces and the rebels accused each other of being rebels, and the conflict was about to break out, and the truce zone could not guarantee peace in the end.
The men of the town decided to stay and guard their property and land, and sent the women and children away. But Agu was unable to leave with his mother because of the heavy traffic. When the government army appeared in the truce zone, his father and brother were killed in just a few minutes, leaving only Agu's crawling back.
The child escaped into the jungle, but met the real rebels. These green-leafed outlaws are also politically powerful guerrillas. After agreeing to the guerrilla commander's request to join him as a juvenile soldier, Agu escaped being killed. even the fate of being eaten.
The smile disappeared from the face of this less than ten-year-old child, and it failed to appear at the end of the whole movie.
In the long war, Africa's ignorance and backwardness and the atmosphere of fighting for some reason came to my face, and I echoed many times in my heart to get Agu out of the sea of misery quickly. However, the story line pulled the distance between this compassion and reality in a cruel way, and the cry in my heart became weaker and weaker.
When Agu murdered for the first time, the knife just landed on the captive's head. It was a knife position that I had never seen in film and television works, which made me shudder. The man showed his bones, Agu's tender hands and The body with no strength, but it could not end the pain of the slain person with one knife. When Hercules, the "comrade-in-arms", also pulled out the machete and slashed together, he raised the knife countless times, and finally killed Agu. Taken to hell, and Agu is no longer a little boy, but a little boy who can shoot.
He did not cry after the killing, nor did he feel any escape, but just lay on the side of the road and vomited. He told God that what he did was right, I can't think of how to judge it, but if it was wrong, it would be the child who died, the child means hope, and the most difficult thing for human beings to decide is to punish a child.
He didn't have the struggle that the audience expects, the rejection that the audience expects, and he didn't overcome cruelty with the beautiful innocence that the audience expected. .
Countless battles, countless people who knew each other died. Especially after the death of Hercules as big as him, the half-sized Agu got tired of it.
He couldn't use his small body to bear the huge trauma of his soul. He sat in the jungle for a long time and looked at the sun and meditated: If I can stretch out my hands and hold it in my hands, I will hold it tightly, so that the world will become one Darkness, this hellish scene can no longer be seen.
The guerrillas, who had run out of ammunition and food, walked out of the forest to disarm the UN peacekeeping force. When Agu walked out, a beam of light stopped on his withered face for a long time. The shocked peacekeeping officer bought Agu's imagination. The person on the TV, he couldn't imagine that he saw such a scene. If he went back in time, maybe he would not want to buy that TV again.
These juvenile soldiers were sent to a custodial facility by the sea, and a young woman with a sympathetic and loving face sat in front of Agu, eager to communicate with him to lower the shadows in his heart.
And Agu's stern face was frozen in the picture, and there was an echo in his head: she looked like a naive little girl to me, and I was already an old man, she didn't even see the war with her own eyes, and I once fought pass.
Yes, this may be the introduction to what I want to say today.
How can human beings be able to spread love to the world with just one or two words of trust?
Among those who have experienced these wars, the understanding they need is definitely not a sentence that is not your fault, let alone the war, because they are already in it, a community of sins and victims.
Looking at such an innocent adult face, Agu, who was tired in his heart, still spoke:
My heart is full of sadness, I know you want to help me, but speaking it will only make me sadder and it will make you sadder, I just want to be like now, you know? I am worried about my future.
There is no need for forgiveness, because he, they, these teenage soldiers know where these sins and cruelties come from, and whose actions and rituals are meaningless to them.
Only pain will appear in front of him when he is alone. All he needs is the future. Give them the future. All trials, redress and overthrow are of no value to those who are in it.
Compared to Agu's mentality, I am both sad and admired.
This world is much more naive than a child, so there are so many unbearable and sad things.
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