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Bo Gritz should be an all American Hero. The most decorated Green Beret from the Vietnam era, he served his country with loyalty and valour, killing over 400 men in the process and gaining national fame through his exploits. Today, he lives in a trailer in Sandy Valley Nevada, discredited, unable to sleep at night and estranged from his children. What went wrong? This film follows Bo on his last mission, a mission to save a young boys life, a mission to uncover some meaning from his life, a mission to stop the nightmares.
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The story of the real life Rambo
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It is 1942, America has entered World War II, and sickly but determined Steve Rogers is frustrated at being rejected yet again for military service. Everything changes when Dr. Erskine recruits him for the secret Project Rebirth. Proving his extraordinary courage, wits and conscience, Rogers undergoes the experiment and his weak body is suddenly enhanced into the maximum human potential. When Dr. Erskine is then immediately assassinated by an agent of Nazi Germany's secret HYDRA research department (headed by Johann Schmidt, a.k.a. the Red Skull), Rogers is left as a unique man who is initially misused as a propaganda mascot; however, when his comrades need him, Rogers goes on a successful adventure that truly makes him Captain America, and his war against Schmidt begins.
Keywords: 1940s, 2010s, action-hero, action-violence, aircraft, airplane, alley, alps, ambulance, ambush
When patriots become heroes
The first Avenger
Peggy Carter: You can't give me orders!::Steve Rogers: The hell I can't! I'm a Captain!::[smiles]
Steve Rogers: Where are we going?::James 'Bucky' Barnes: The future.
Howard Stark: The moment you think you know what's going on in a woman's head is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked .
Peggy Carter: How do you feel?::Steve Rogers: Taller.
Steve Rogers: [showing his shield to Peggy] What do you think?::[Peggy unloads her gun into the shield]::Peggy Carter: [sweetly] Yes. I think it works.
[from trailer]::Col. Chester Phillips: General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons but are won by men.::Loud Jerk: You just don't know when to give up, do ya?::Steve Rogers: I could do this all day.::Col. Chester Phillips: Our goal is to create the greatest army in history.::Steve Rogers: I should be going with you. Look, I know you don't think I can do this...::James 'Bucky' Barnes: This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war!::Col. Chester Phillips: But every army begins with one man.::Abraham Erskine: Five tries in five different cities. I can offer you a chance.::Col. Chester Phillips: He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldier.::Steve Rogers: Why me?::Abraham Erskine: Because a weak man knows the value of strength, of the value of power.::Steve Rogers: That wasn't so bad.::Abraham Erskine: That was penicillin.::Col. Chester Phillips: We are going to win this war because we have the best men.::Abraham Erskine: Now, Mr. Stark.::[Howard Stark engages the machine]::Col. Chester Phillips: And they will, personally, escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell.
Steve Rogers: Who the hell are you?::Heinz Kruger: The first of many. Cut off one head...::[bites down on cyanide pill]::Heinz Kruger: ...two more shall take its place. Hail Hydra.
Steve Rogers: [after being injected in the arm] That wasn't so bad.::Abraham Erskine: That was penicillin.
Timothy 'Dum Dum' Dugan: Wait. You know what you're doing?::Steve Rogers: Yeah. I knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.
Peggy Carter: Wait!::[she kisses Steve]::Peggy Carter: Go get him.::[surprised by the kiss, Steve looks at Colonel Phillips]::Col. Chester Phillips: I'm not kissing you.
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Set in the Philippines in 1945 towards the end of WWII, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Henry Mucci and Captain Robert Prince, the 6th Ranger Battalion undertake a daring rescue mission against all odds. Traveling thirty miles behind enemy lines, they intend to liberate over 500 American Soldiers from the notorious Cabanatuan Japanese POW camp in the most audacious rescue ever.
Keywords: 1940s, 30-calibre-machine-gun, abuse, air-raid-shelter, airplane, american, american-flag, archival-footage, army-ranger, arrest
Two proud races, brothers-in-arms... A daring mission that will earn them the respect and admiration of the entire world.
A heroic tale of courage and triumph.
The Most Daring Rescue Mission Of Our Time Is A Story That Has Never Been Told.
General Kreuger: Henry, I'll be honest with you. This mission appeals more to my heart than to my head.
Lt. Colonel Mucci: I'm here to tell you men the latrine rumors are true. We finally got a mission worthy of Rangers. We're going to push through our frontlines right into the Japs' backyard and rescue 500 hundred American prisoners of war. Goin' to be a rough son of a bitch- a textbook-style raid that can only succeed through speed, surprise, and overwhelming firepower. Before you start congratulating yourselves, remember you haven't achieved a damn thing yet. You're the best-trained, least-proven battalion in this whole army. This is your one chance to do something about it, and I mean ONE chance. How you acquit yourselves over the next 48 hours will determine how you are judged for the rest of your lives- men worthy of serving in this army... or... an embarrassment that history and time will eventually forget. It's up to you. Now, I happen to think it's the former. That's why I'm accompanying you on this raid. There's not another group of men in this or any other army I'd sooner trust my life with. You're the finest, best-prepared soldiers this country has ever sent to war, and I expect you to PROVE it... IS THAT CLEAR?::6th Ranger Battalion: YES, SIR!
1st Sgt. Sid "Top" Wojo: Sir, it's your shot.
Captain Prince: Somethings you just have to take on faith.
Lt. Colonel Mucci: Captain Prince, how did we do?::Captain Prince: Got 'em all sir.
Lt. Colonel Mucci: General, this is the man who led the raid... Captain Prince.::General Kreuger: Congratulations, soldier. I'm very sorry for your losses, but I want to let you know you men have done a great service to your country.::Captain Prince: Thank you, sir.
[Japanese have just fired mortar shells at the escaping troops and POW's]::Captain Prince: Get a base of fire on the *Son of a bitch*!
[last lines]::Captain Prince: Never in our history have such a large group of men endured so much and complained so little. Many couldn't shake the fact that their country had abandoned them, left them to die in a foreign land. It was said to be of no significance to the war effort, but for me, it meant everything. It's true, they had been left behind, but never forgotten.
Major Lapham: I've been thinking for the last three years of all the things I want to say to her.
Cpl. Aliteri: [about a piece of paper with the Virgin Mary on it] Six bucks.::Cpl. Guttierez: Told you I can't sell it.::Cpl. Aliteri: Ten bucks?::Cpl. Guttierez: I can't do it. It's the only one I got.::Cpl. Aliteri: What do you mean it's the only one you got? You said you had plenty to spare.::Cpl. Guttierez: Lied to you. My mom gave this to me.::Cpl. Guttierez: [Kisses it]::Cpl. Aliteri: Well how does your mom feel about ten bucks?::Cpl. Guttierez: [Almost punches him] Wonder how your mom feels about ten bucks?::Cpl. Aliteri: Hey!
When your past becomes a present... Terror will reign.
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This film is the second silver screen adaption of the Finnish war book by Väinö Linna with the same name as the film. The story is based on Linna's experiences as an infantry man in the Finnish army during the so called "Continuation War" (1941-1944). The film tells the story of the fate of a machine gun platoon made up of young conscripts from various parts of Finland fighting against the Russian army from the beginning (summer 1941) to the end (summer/autumn 1944) of the war. Many of the caracters are based on author Linna's brothers in arms.
Keywords: army-life, autumn, based-on-novel, blind-man, blood, bomb, combat, continuation-war, female-nudity, finland
[first lines]::Corporal: The childhood plays are over now, recruit!
Corporal: Here you don't smile! If someone can afford to smile in his civilian life, he must remember that here it is not allowed to neigh like a horse!
Viirilä: I was in jail last night. My old man was drunk when he came back from the Winter War. On the following day he went to work having a terrible hangover. I was drunk too when I came here. And I'm also having a hangover now that I'm about to start the warfare.
Rahikainen: [Hietanen has been promoted to petty officer] Well, Hietanen. Have you managed to get some pussy when you've been on vacation. Women, they like officers. I'm sure that they wet their paint right away, when they saw your stripes.::Hietanen: You can never be silent of that one God damn thing that is allways on your mind. You're such a strange fellow, Rahikainen. If we survive alive from this war I will take you to our neighbourhood where you can act our bull.
Vuorela: I need new boots.::Mäkilä: I'm in a hurry. I ain't got any time to give you any boots!::Hietanen: Give Vuorela new boots right away! That's captain's order!::Mäkilä: Captain is giving orders like we'd be in America where they have equipments and supplies more than they need! You are allways asking captain to give you what you are begging for!::Hietanen: Bloody hell! I never start to wonder how someone can love rags an cloths so much like you. Some boys love pretty girls. That is something that I understand. But rags and cloths! That so hard to swallow!
Kariluoto: We'll go far! To the outer limits of our dreams! How many distorded smiles others have smiled to those dreams!::Lammio: I haven't smile!::Kariluoto: But many people have! We are the generation who will change the way how the history is made.
Karjula: Where are you going, private!::Viirilä: I'm going to Inari, to fuck with wolves.
Rahikainen: [kicking the helmet of a dead Russian soldier] Hello there! Tell me if it's cold in the Russian hell!
Korpela: [the Finnish Army is retreating] I want you to arranged me a transfer to another unit!::Lammio: [confussed] What on earth? Which unit you are talking about?::Korpela: I'm willing to go to the ass of the world as long as I don't have to look at your face.
Lammio: [soldiers are whining about the food] If you don't like the food, you don't have to eat it. That is no compulsion.
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Major Ben Wheeler was a Canadian doctor assigned to Singapore when the Japanese forced an unconditional surrender of the British and took him prisoner in 1942. He was taken to the notorious Kinkaseki Japanese POW mining camp in Formosa (Taiwan) and given the task of maintaining the mental and physical health of the British POWs. Wheeler kept detailed diaries of his experiences during his three and a half years at the camp and excerpts are narrated with dramatized scenes of the traumatic experiences of daily life. The working conditions in the mines caused innumerable injuries, and disease and malnutrition were rampant, but Wheeler had to make do with very few medical supplies and equipment. Also featured is newsreel footage of related events, archival footage of the camp, interviews with fellow survivors of the camp who unanimously praised Wheeler for his good work and provide their perspectives on the events described by him, and finally snippets of Wheeler's family life back home in Canada, before and after the war.
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Major Ben Wheeler was a Canadian doctor assigned to Singapore when the Japanese forced an unconditional surrender of the British and took him prisoner in 1942. He was taken to the notorious Kinkaseki Japanese POW mining camp in Formosa (Taiwan) and given the task of maintaining the mental and physical health of the British POWs. Wheeler kept detailed diaries of his experiences during his three and a half years at the camp and excerpts are narrated with dramatized scenes of the traumatic experiences of daily life. The working conditions in the mines caused innumerable injuries, and disease and malnutrition were rampant, but Wheeler had to make do with very few medical supplies and equipment. Also featured is newsreel footage of related events, archival footage of the camp, interviews with fellow survivors of the camp who unanimously praised Wheeler for his good work and provide their perspectives on the events described by him, and finally snippets of Wheeler's family life back home in Canada, before and after the war.
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It's a dreary Christmas 1944 for the American POWs in Stalag 17. For the men in Barracks 4, all Sergeants, they have to deal with another problem - there seems to be a security leak. The Germans always seem to be forewarned about escapes and in the most recent attempt the two men, Manfredi and Johnson, walked straight into a trap and were killed. For some in Barracks 4, especially the loud-mouthed Duke, the leaker is obvious: J.J. Sefton a wheeler-dealer who doesn't hesitate to trade with the guards and who has acquired goods and privileges that no other prisoner seems to have. Sefton denies giving the Germans any information and makes it quite clear that he has no intention of ever trying to escape. He plans to to ride out the war in what little comfort he can arrange, but it doesn't extend to spying for the Germans. As tensions mount and a mob mentality takes root, it becomes obvious that Sefton will have to find the real snitch if he his to have any peace and avoid the beatings Duke and others have inflicted on him.
Keywords: air-raid, barracks, based-on-play, bet, black-comedy, blackout, chess, chess-pieces, christmas, combat-fatigue
Hilarious, heart-tugging! You'll laugh...you'll cry...you'll cheer William Holden in his great Academy Award role! (from reissue print ad)
[Opening narration]::Cookie: I don't know about you, but it always makes me sore when I see those war pictures... all about flying leathernecks and submarine patrols and frogmen and guerillas in the Philippines. What gets me is that there never w-was a movie about POWs - about prisoners of war. Now, my name is Clarence Harvey Cook: they call me Cookie. I was shot down over Magdeburg, Germany, back in '43; that's why I stammer a little once in a while, 'specially when I get excited. I spent two and a half years in Stalag 17. "Stalag" is the German word for prison camp, and number 17 was somewhere on the Danube. There were about 40,000 POWs there, if you bothered to count the Russians, and the Poles, and the Czechs. In our compound there were about 630 of us, all American airmen: radio operators, gunners, and engineers. All sergeants. Now you put 630 sergeants together and, oh mother, you've got yourself a situation. There was more fireworks shooting off around that joint... take for instance the story about the spy we had in our barracks...
Duke: Come on, Trader Horn, let's hear it. What'd you give the krauts for that egg?::Sefton: 45 cigarettes. Price has gone up.::Duke: They wouldn't be the cigarettes you took us for last night?::Sefton: What was I gonna do with them? I only smoke cigars.::Duke: Niiice guy. The krauts shoot Manfredi and Johnson last night, and today he's out trading with them.::Sefton: Look. This may be my last hot breakfast on account of they're going to take that stove out of here, so would you let me eat it in peace?::Animal: Now ain't that too bad? Tomorrow you'll have to suck a raw egg.::Shapiro: Oh, he don't have to worry. He can always trade the krauts for a six-burner gas range. Maybe a deep freeze, too.::Sefton: What's the beef, boys? So I'm trading. Everybody here is trading. So maybe I trade a little sharper. That make me a collaborator?::Duke: A lot sharper, Sefton. I'd like to have some of that loot you got in those footlockers.::Sefton: Oh you would, would you? Listen, stupe. The first week I was in this joint, somebody stole my Red Cross package, my blanket, and my left shoe. Well, since then I've wised up. This ain't no Salvation Army - this is everybody for himself, dog eat dog.
Hoffy: They ought to be under the barbed wire soon.::Shapiro: Looks good outside.::Animal: I hope they hit the Danube before dawn.::Price: They've got a good chance. The longest night of the year.::Duke: I'll bet they make it to Friedrichshaven.::Animal: I bet they make it all the way to Switzerland.::Sefton: And I bet they don't get out of the forest.::Duke: Now what kind of crack is that?::Sefton: No crack. Two packs of cigarettes say they don't get out of the forest.::Hoffy: That's enough, Sefton. Crawl back in your sack.::Shapiro: He'd make book on his own mother getting hit by a truck.::Sefton: Anybody call?
[after hearing gunshots, Sefton, who bet against the escapees, glumly collects]::Duke: Hold it, Sefton. I said hold it! So we heard some shots. So who says they didn't get away?::Sefton: [sadly] Anybody here want to double their bet?
Price: Are you questioning me?::Sefton: Getting acquainted. I'd like to make one friend in this barracks.::Price: Well, don't bother, Sefton. I don't like you, I never did, and I never will.::Sefton: A lot of people say that, and the first thing you know it, they get married, and live happily ever after.
Sefton: There are two people in this barracks who know I didn't do it. Me and the guy that did do it.
Sefton: What is this anyway, a kangaroo court? Why don't you get a rope and do it right?::Duke: You make my mouth water.::Sefton: You're all wire-happy, boys. You've been in this camp too long. You put two and two together and it comes out four - only it ain't four.::Hoffy: What's it add up to you, Sefton?::Sefton: It adds up that you got yourselves the wrong guy. Because, I'm telling you, the krauts wouldn't plant two stoolies in one barracks. And whatever you do to me, you're gonna have to do all over again when you find the right guy.
[Shapiro received 7 letters at mail call]::Animal: What do all those broads say?::Shapiro: What do they always say?::Animal: Lemme read one.::Shapiro: It's not good for you, Animal.::Animal: Hey, this is with a typewriter... it's from a finance company.::Shapiro: So it's from the finance company. So, it's better than no letter at all. So they want the third payment on the Plymouth. [dropping each letter on the floor in turn] So they want the fourth... the fifth... the sixth... the seventh... So they want the Plymouth.::Animal: Sugar Lips Shapiro. Amazing, ain't it?
[the new arrival does impressions of movie stars]::Animal: Hey... do Grable.::Bagradian: Now see here, Scarlett... I'm crazy about you and always have been. I gave you kisses for breakfast, kisses for lunch, and kisses for supper... and now I find that you're eating out.::Animal: Not Gable - GRABLE.
Sgt. Schulz: How do you expect to win the war with an army of clowns?::Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: We sort of hope you'd laugh yourselves to death.
Plot
It's a dreary Christmas 1944 for the American POWs in Stalag 17. For the men in Barracks 4, all Sergeants, they have to deal with another problem - there seems to be a security leak. The Germans always seem to be forewarned about escapes and in the most recent attempt the two men, Manfredi and Johnson, walked straight into a trap and were killed. For some in Barracks 4, especially the loud-mouthed Duke, the leaker is obvious: J.J. Sefton a wheeler-dealer who doesn't hesitate to trade with the guards and who has acquired goods and privileges that no other prisoner seems to have. Sefton denies giving the Germans any information and makes it quite clear that he has no intention of ever trying to escape. He plans to to ride out the war in what little comfort he can arrange, but it doesn't extend to spying for the Germans. As tensions mount and a mob mentality takes root, it becomes obvious that Sefton will have to find the real snitch if he his to have any peace and avoid the beatings Duke and others have inflicted on him.
Keywords: air-raid, barracks, based-on-play, bet, black-comedy, blackout, chess, chess-pieces, christmas, combat-fatigue
Hilarious, heart-tugging! You'll laugh...you'll cry...you'll cheer William Holden in his great Academy Award role! (from reissue print ad)
[Opening narration]::Cookie: I don't know about you, but it always makes me sore when I see those war pictures... all about flying leathernecks and submarine patrols and frogmen and guerillas in the Philippines. What gets me is that there never w-was a movie about POWs - about prisoners of war. Now, my name is Clarence Harvey Cook: they call me Cookie. I was shot down over Magdeburg, Germany, back in '43; that's why I stammer a little once in a while, 'specially when I get excited. I spent two and a half years in Stalag 17. "Stalag" is the German word for prison camp, and number 17 was somewhere on the Danube. There were about 40,000 POWs there, if you bothered to count the Russians, and the Poles, and the Czechs. In our compound there were about 630 of us, all American airmen: radio operators, gunners, and engineers. All sergeants. Now you put 630 sergeants together and, oh mother, you've got yourself a situation. There was more fireworks shooting off around that joint... take for instance the story about the spy we had in our barracks...
Duke: Come on, Trader Horn, let's hear it. What'd you give the krauts for that egg?::Sefton: 45 cigarettes. Price has gone up.::Duke: They wouldn't be the cigarettes you took us for last night?::Sefton: What was I gonna do with them? I only smoke cigars.::Duke: Niiice guy. The krauts shoot Manfredi and Johnson last night, and today he's out trading with them.::Sefton: Look. This may be my last hot breakfast on account of they're going to take that stove out of here, so would you let me eat it in peace?::Animal: Now ain't that too bad? Tomorrow you'll have to suck a raw egg.::Shapiro: Oh, he don't have to worry. He can always trade the krauts for a six-burner gas range. Maybe a deep freeze, too.::Sefton: What's the beef, boys? So I'm trading. Everybody here is trading. So maybe I trade a little sharper. That make me a collaborator?::Duke: A lot sharper, Sefton. I'd like to have some of that loot you got in those footlockers.::Sefton: Oh you would, would you? Listen, stupe. The first week I was in this joint, somebody stole my Red Cross package, my blanket, and my left shoe. Well, since then I've wised up. This ain't no Salvation Army - this is everybody for himself, dog eat dog.
Hoffy: They ought to be under the barbed wire soon.::Shapiro: Looks good outside.::Animal: I hope they hit the Danube before dawn.::Price: They've got a good chance. The longest night of the year.::Duke: I'll bet they make it to Friedrichshaven.::Animal: I bet they make it all the way to Switzerland.::Sefton: And I bet they don't get out of the forest.::Duke: Now what kind of crack is that?::Sefton: No crack. Two packs of cigarettes say they don't get out of the forest.::Hoffy: That's enough, Sefton. Crawl back in your sack.::Shapiro: He'd make book on his own mother getting hit by a truck.::Sefton: Anybody call?
[after hearing gunshots, Sefton, who bet against the escapees, glumly collects]::Duke: Hold it, Sefton. I said hold it! So we heard some shots. So who says they didn't get away?::Sefton: [sadly] Anybody here want to double their bet?
Price: Are you questioning me?::Sefton: Getting acquainted. I'd like to make one friend in this barracks.::Price: Well, don't bother, Sefton. I don't like you, I never did, and I never will.::Sefton: A lot of people say that, and the first thing you know it, they get married, and live happily ever after.
Sefton: There are two people in this barracks who know I didn't do it. Me and the guy that did do it.
Sefton: What is this anyway, a kangaroo court? Why don't you get a rope and do it right?::Duke: You make my mouth water.::Sefton: You're all wire-happy, boys. You've been in this camp too long. You put two and two together and it comes out four - only it ain't four.::Hoffy: What's it add up to you, Sefton?::Sefton: It adds up that you got yourselves the wrong guy. Because, I'm telling you, the krauts wouldn't plant two stoolies in one barracks. And whatever you do to me, you're gonna have to do all over again when you find the right guy.
[Shapiro received 7 letters at mail call]::Animal: What do all those broads say?::Shapiro: What do they always say?::Animal: Lemme read one.::Shapiro: It's not good for you, Animal.::Animal: Hey, this is with a typewriter... it's from a finance company.::Shapiro: So it's from the finance company. So, it's better than no letter at all. So they want the third payment on the Plymouth. [dropping each letter on the floor in turn] So they want the fourth... the fifth... the sixth... the seventh... So they want the Plymouth.::Animal: Sugar Lips Shapiro. Amazing, ain't it?
[the new arrival does impressions of movie stars]::Animal: Hey... do Grable.::Bagradian: Now see here, Scarlett... I'm crazy about you and always have been. I gave you kisses for breakfast, kisses for lunch, and kisses for supper... and now I find that you're eating out.::Animal: Not Gable - GRABLE.
Sgt. Schulz: How do you expect to win the war with an army of clowns?::Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: We sort of hope you'd laugh yourselves to death.
A prisoner of war (POW, PoW, PW, P/W, WP, PsW, enemy prisoner of war, (EPW) or "Missing-Captured" is a person, whether civilian or combatant, who is held in custody by an enemy power during or immediately after an armed conflict. The earliest recorded usage of the phrase is dated 1660.
Captor states hold captured combatants and non-combatants in continuing custody for a range of legitimate and illegitimate reasons. They are held to isolate them from combatants still in the field, to release and repatriate them in an orderly manner after hostilities, to demonstate military victory, to punish them, to prosecute them for war crimes, to exploit them for their labor, to recruit or even conscript them as their own combatants, to collect military and political intelligence from them, and to indoctrinate them in new political or religious beliefs.
For most of human history, depending on the culture of the victors, combatants on the losing side in a battle could expect to be either slaughtered or enslaved. The first Roman gladiators were prisoners of war and were named according to their ethnic roots such as Samnite, Thracian and the Gaul (Gallus). Homer's Illiad describes Greek and Trojan soldiers offering rewards of wealth to enemies who have defeated them on the battlefield in exchange for mercy, but this is not always accepted.
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From Underneath
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I respect what you can do,
But I'd say the same about a gun:
Depends which side of you they see,
Some feel safe and some will run.
There's so much fight you keep in store,
Though in all of life, you've won your wars,
And still you let yourself forget
As if it's thirty years before.
Prisoner of war.
Though you're not held on foreign soil anymore.
Bring 'em home, Jack.
Bring home both the mighty soldier, and the boy.
Something you just can't believe:
The many strengths you could receive
If you could just call down your guard,
Just let those forces leave.
[chorus]
You're so strong, and that's your crutch,
To keep alone and out of touch,
To try to keep your heart from line of fire,
So it's still trapped inside that war,
Like there's a soldier at the door.
It's time you told that soldier to retire,
And bring 'em home
I have made a lasting picture among
The faces
The night hath plagued
Lost it all lie that your fathers
Have fought for am I the defiant
Along a saving grace
Neglected left to the dogs
Betrayed they've fed me to the fires
Places in fields where near sounds
Of terror
Fill our Ears; Vacant sounds
Consuming all around
Faces lost in the night swallowed
Amongst the decay
Lost in a time when we still felt
Alive the illusions has made us it's
Slave
Taken by the fear of Desolation
I stay awake throughout sounds of despair up holding my attention
Why has it all come to this?
This life has not finished. Help me
A simple man without needs
I have not lost my will to breathe
I'm not paying for your beliefs
left behind like a school book got on with my life told
some lies about you i won't deny kept inside like a
housecat made up my mind i get letters sometimes i don't
Forever dying, living your death
Screaming for mercy, losing your breath
Cracking of bones, sanity dooms
Bleeding from gashes, infecting the wounds
Eating their cess, then puking it up
Beaten to death, all senses are numb
Obeying orders, digging your grave
Losing your life, no one will save
Captured like animals
Shackled in chains
Starving for ages
Taking the blame
Injecting the poison
Arteries swell
Where is god now
Or am I burning in hell ?
Ruthless bastards, they spit in your face
Live in a sandbox, your life’s a disgrace
You pray a miracle but no one delivers
Shatter the glass, feed you the slivers
Mental distortion, collapse of the mind
No fuckin’ sanctuary, shall you ever find
Die in disease, slum, and waste
Death takes over, your body encased
Shackled in chains
Starving for ages
Taking the blame
Injecting the poison
Arteries swell
Where is god now ?