Flag of Our Fathers

An interesting movie I must say. It is not all glorious behind the heroic image we associate with the raising of the American flag on Iwo Jima.

It was drizzling as usual. Had enough of staring at the computer screen and sitting on my chair, so I decided to accept Zhengxian's invitation for a movie. Since the Curse of the Golden Flower is not out (what a corny name; plus the fact that it receives quite a number of criticism regarding tangtalising women), we decided to watch the highly-acclaimed show.

Walking past the Whitesands, or rather, the Bluesands, since it is now all blue, is a hassle. Students and people of all kind cunningly wait at the side of the walkway and ambush a hapless passerby for donations and surveys. All it took was just a wave of my mighty hand to swat them away.

Many days cooped at home have made my hair a fashion disaster. Like a cockerel in the making, I was released from my coop to breathe some fresh air. By now, war movies have little impact on me, since Brotherhood, Band of Brothers and etc had bombarded me with disemboweled limbs, headless corpses, bloody necks before. The usual. The poor soldier got shot in the neck. The medic rushes in and says "...dun worry son, you gonna be alright", while fumbling through his medikit and telling a lie at the same time. Either this or "think of your girlfriend/mum at home, I'm sure you will meet her..." And the poor chap ends up dying anyway.

Might need a lesson on empathy soon. Though I must say that the hara-kiri of the Japanese shocked me a bit, with intestines flowing all over the place like a butchery. Sometimes, they must learn that life is more important than pride. Life first, face last.