When watching "No War on the West Front", two countries were fighting wildly in a certain place on the earth. We are in a peaceful era and a peaceful country, but there is always war on the earth, but it is too far away and a small-scale war, so I usually cannot fully feel how much impact war will have on the country and the people.
When you really look at the cruelty that the warriors in the war really see from the first person perspective, you will fight against the war from the bottom of your heart. War itself must be opposed. Originally, no one's life should have endured such a thing, being penetrated by bullets and shattered by shells. Without war, there are many possibilities for a person's life.
He may be sitting at his home, making a cup of tea, holding a book in his hand, and just watching it quietly for the afternoon, which is also fulfilling. He may go out with his friends to hike, drink coffee, shop, and have heart-to-heart talks. Maybe I would go somewhere with my friends to have a few glasses of wine at night. Even though I had so much shit at work, annoying colleagues, and annoying bosses, these things would always pass and I would never be unable to survive.
Children will run with their neighbors to the open space near their homes, find a small pit, lie on the ground and start playing, or find some "strange creatures" to observe on the grass. It is also possible that I will take my toys and a newly bought game console to go to my classmate’s house for an afternoon of play. When my mother urges me to go home, I will walk home reluctantly.
Winter Games just ended, and it seems that people from all over the world are suddenly entering the opposition and game of different countries. When we are together as individuals, we always feel that the other person is no different from ourselves, and we are all the same human beings. Once the label of "country" is added, it makes people stand against each other, from friends who can get along with it to enemies who are "universal".
The warriors were originally alive one by one, and they were in the most exciting stage of their lives at the age of 20. One day, I was taking classes in the school classroom and suddenly went to the front line. Young lives don’t know what death is. They only know that this may be a “blitz” and it only takes a few days to win. Besides, everyone told them that girls like boys in military uniforms.
They never thought that this war had been fought for several years. The frontline becomes purgatory, with flesh and blood flying, some people are crazy, some people die, and those people become less treated as a life. The only luck is to live. Not to mention those who are not full or compete with mice for food, or those who lose one or two legs and one or two arms are better than those who sacrifice on the battlefield, right? It’s hard to say, perhaps after experiencing “purgatory”, it will be even more torture to the living. And they will always be forgotten by their descendants more than ten years later and no one will remember them.
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People cannot understand that these broken limbs still live a life day after day. And this is just a field hospital, a ward - there are thousands in Germany and thousands in France. If all this can happen, then writing, acting, thinking will be completely futile! If thousands of years of civilization cannot stop bleeding and painful imprisonment, then everything is a lie and is insignificant. Only field hospitals indicate what war is.
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I am very young, only twenty years old. My understanding of life is only the out-of-control shallowness that connects to the abyss of pain. I saw that nations were forced to be enemies. The people are silent, ignorant, stupid, obedient, and innocently kill each other. I saw the smartest minds in the world making weapons and words so that all this can continue more subtle and lastingly. And here, there, all over the world, my peers are watching all this like me; our generation is experiencing all this like me.What should they do if one day we stand up, walk to our parents, and ask for liquidation? If an era without war comes, what else do they expect from us? For several years, our job was to kill—it was the first career in our lives. Our understanding of life is limited to death. What will happen in the future? What will we become?
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People will not understand us 11 The generation we grew up before, although we spent several years here with us, they still have a bed and a job, they will return to their past lives and will soon forget the war 11 The generation we grew up in, just like we used to be, and push us aside. We are also redundant to ourselves. We will continue to grow, some people will adapt, some people will become secondary, and many people will be at a loss. Years will disappear, and we will die in the end.
but maybe everything I think. Just because of sorrow and panic. When I stand under the poplar tree again and listen to the rustling leaves, everything will dissipate. Those tenderness that makes our blood uneasy, those unknown, surprising, and thousands of faces of the future, the melody in dreams and books, and those lust and premonitions for women, cannot be absent. And the dense and fierce artillery fire, despair and the brothels in the army will not be destroyed.
