Our fathers

5 spring butterflies, swept into the furnace of the times. After half a year of meeting, each of them kept their own peace.

Man cannot control tomorrow. Five good friends who grew up together quickly learned in their respective situations after taking pictures: We shouldn't have been so naïve. Life is like a dream, and confusion is like a chess piece on the chessboard. They set out in the rumbling thunder, bent on clinging to the beautiful hopes of their hearts: love, friendship, family honor and the ideal world, so they thought that the clouds gathered in the sky and the rumbling thunder would send down a sweet rain to the earth. They are so young that they want to embrace the world, don't they know that the world is a hungry beast, and everyone is torn apart by it. Their hearts are all broken.

The brother who wants to protect everyone, fearing death, closes the door of his heart tightly, imprisons and strangles his love; in the photo, his arm hugs his Jewish hair, and he is an excellent tailor. The outside world was expelling this race, and he wanted to cling to him, as if he had intuited that the world was going to tear their friendship apart; the younger brother was sensitive and confused, full of doubts about the war that was taking place, but he had to go to the front. He was not cowardly, but questioned the war; he witnessed the fierce fighting in the war, and the shooting after the battle out of hostility and calm. The blood of those rotting corpses filled the autumn land, a picturesque land that was disgusting from a distance and stained everyone's face and hands with blood. The younger brother cried silently and weakly. He had no other way to escape. In the night position, as enemy planes circled in search of them, he deliberately lit a cigarette in the direction of the plane's roar. His intention was to seek his own death, but he razed the entire camp to the ground. His brother allowed his surviving comrades to beat him up. He had never been able to lift the end alive. Until his good friend stepped on the enemy's mines in front of his eyes, crying and telling his companions around him that they must abandon him: to visit my parents and sister on my behalf. In his tearful moments, his gaze was completely fixed in the ferocity brought about by the hatred of momentary sadness from the confusion, confusion, questioning, and listlessness. He finally accepted the world and could raise his gun at them because of the other country's race.

Let's talk about two beautiful women.

One is a bar host, dreaming of becoming a star, and friends think she will definitely become a star. She was the lover of a small Jewish tailor. The first time she was summoned to the police, she thought it was a normal official business. It's like a tree suddenly shaking and dropping a few leaves. She didn't think it was just a precursor. The wind and rain came in the blink of an eye. Her own foothold, the life of the little Jewish tailor she loved, was in the hands of those who summoned her. She has no power, and she still has herself to exchange with each other's desires. She wore a dress that her lover had made especially for her, and made a plaything in the hands of the person who let them live. What can a tailor do? His parents were about to be taken to the concentration camp, and he left a note to his lover: Please help my parents. Between life and death, their relationship was essentially transformed. But in this situation, who has nothing to blame, feels that everyone is compassionate.

One is a girl who volunteers to go to the battlefield to be a nurse because of her unexploded love. The cruel and crippled reality immediately shattered all her illusions, and the joy she felt when she first received her hat with the Red Cross was like a raging wind, worthless and seemingly non-existent. This concrete pain is faced daily with the crippled warriors who are compatriots. Sympathy, slowly building up her conception and hatred of the enemy. She recruited a German-speaking helper who was skilled in nursing and bandaging, which made her quickly know that the other party was a doctor. The anesthetics they used were always lost, and she found out that the female doctor was stealing them. They would have worked together, and the female doctor would care about her romance and teach her skills, and they would almost count as friends. But now she was a lurker stealing narcotics for the guerrillas. And by flipping through her box, she knew that this elegant and beautiful female doctor was a Jew. She was confused and complained. The moment the female doctor was taken away, she opened her mouth, her tongue stiffly and vaguely, like a wailing, and threw an apologetic look at the other party.

The film begins with the younger brother running away in a panic, dodging the enemy's pursuit, and ending with the brother rushing out of the trench and calling his brother's name. This is our fathers, telling the story of their beautiful lives being completely torn apart in half a year.