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A Civil War soldier becomes trapped under a fallen tree while the enemy approaches. Sensing impending disaster, the soldier's mother offers a fervent prayer for her boy to come home so that she can put her arms around him once again. Her prayer is answered - but not in the way she anticipated.
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Two feisty, free-spirited women are connected by the brilliant, charismatic poet who loves them both. The passion and pathos of legendary poet Dylan Thomas is told through the lives of two extraordinary women. Vera Phillips and Dylan were teenage loves; fast forward ten years and the two reconnect in London. She's working as a singer whilst he's churning out scripts for government propaganda films and living off the last in a long line of infatuated women. The two former lovers feel the thunderbolt once more, but Thomas is now married to the adventurous Caitlin. Despite their love-rival status, the women form a surprising friendship. Caitlin indulges in her own infidelities, and recognises a similar adventurous spirit in her husband. But she knows his connection with Vera is something different, not to mention dangerous. Romantic turmoil continues in Vera's life. She marries her devoted admirer William Killick, but she can't deny the chemistry between herself and Dylan, nor does she want to - even if this means betraying Caitlin. When William is posted abroad, and a pregnant Vera returns to Wales with her married friends, the battle between her heart and head becomes more intense. William returns a changed man, but neither is Vera the carefree cabaret girl he married. Neighbourhood gossip fuels her husband's jealousy towards his rival. Enraged, William stages a violent attack on Dylan - an attack that forces Vera to choose between the men in her life and the friend that she loves. Desire and guilt are complicated by love and friendship in this real-life tale set in beautiful London and the majestic Welsh countryside.
Keywords: 1940s, accordion, air-raid, blitz, blowing-smoke-in-someone's-face, burning-building, cartwheel, conflagration, courtroom, dancing
The only thing more dangerous than war... is love.
William Killick: You have a raindrop running down your cheek, just like a tear.
Caitlin MacNamara: Touch her and I'll kill you.::Dylan Thomas: Caitlin's territory, is it?::Caitlin MacNamara: Caitlin's friend.
Caitlin MacNamara: Now you'll get fat. And Dylan won't love you anymore.::Vera Phillips: You're a bitch. It's the past Dylan loves. And you. He doesn't love me at all.::Caitlin MacNamara: When's William get back?::Vera Phillips: I keep writing. No word.::Caitlin MacNamara: Think he's dead?::Vera Phillips: We're still getting his pay. The army wouldn't pay a dead man.::Caitlin MacNamara: You'll have to stop singing.::Vera Phillips: I'll sing if I want.::Caitlin MacNamara: They won't let you. Not pregnant they won't.::Vera Phillips: I can't do this. I can't. A mother, me, look at me!::Caitlin MacNamara: Get rid of it then.::Vera Phillips: It's William's.::Caitlin MacNamara: Ah, you love him.::Vera Phillips: I hate him. Oh, God, I hate him so much. Look what he's done to me. [Caitlin laughs hysterically] Don't laugh. Don't damn well laugh! I can't do this alone.::Caitlin MacNamara: I'm here, aren't I?::Vera Phillips: Let's go home, Caitlin.::Caitlin MacNamara: I don't have a home.::Vera Phillips: Wales, Caitlin!::Caitlin MacNamara: Are you insane, woman?
Caitlin MacNamara: My first was Augustus John. He seduced me when I was 15 the old goat. It doesn't mean anything, fucking. It isn't love. I get an itch, it's gotta be scratched. I do it myself when I'm too lazy. Why bother when you can get someone else to do it for you?::Vera Phillips: Nothing to do with love, fucking?::Caitlin MacNamara: Uh-uh. Nothing. Who was your first?::Vera Phillips: [Innocently] What?::Caitlin MacNamara: You don't need to tell me, I know it was Dylan.::Vera Phillips: We were kids. Tent, fire, and a beach blanket.::Caitlin MacNamara: Nice and comfy then.::Vera Phillips: Children, still innocent.::Caitlin MacNamara: We are still innocent, me and Dylan.::Vera Phillips: I only want it as a memory. I don't want it back.::Caitlin MacNamara: Does William know? Don't ever tell him. I can forgive the past, he won't. The past I can forgive.::Vera Phillips: You're warning me.
Caitlin MacNamara: I never had a best friend before.
William Killick: No harm will ever come to you. Not from me, not from anyone else. And while I'm here, no word of mine will ever hurt you.::Vera Phillips: Sounds like a vow.
Dylan Thomas: I do it, sleep with other women... because I'm a poet, and a poet feeds off life.
Vera Phillips: You don't even see me, do you? Dylan! All you've got is stories in your head. Words. And I have to feel real. William... makes me real.
Dylan Thomas: Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on the spendthrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages.
William Killick: The boy is screaming.
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Nicaragua 1979: Star photographer Russel Price covers the civil war against president Somoza. Facing the cruel fighting - people versus army - it's often hard for him to stay neutral. When the Guerillas have him take a picture of the leader Rafael, who's believed to be dead, he gets drawn into the happenings. Together with his reporter friends Claire and Alex he has to hide from the army.
Keywords: 1970s, american-aid, baltimore-orioles, central-america, chad, cia, civil-war, dictator, disinterment, elephant
This wasn't their war but it was their story...and they wouldn't let it go!
Dateline: Central America. The First Casualty of War is the Truth.
Nick Nolte And Gene Hackman In A Riveting, High-Tension Thriller.
[first lines]::Russell Price: Can I get a ride?
[last lines]::Claire: Do you think we fell in love with too much?::Russell Price: I'd do it again.
Claire: You're going to love this war...::Russell Price: Hmmm.::Claire: Good guys, bad guys and cheap shrimp.
Claire: Did you dream about Miss Panama last night?::Russell Price: No, I dreamed about you.::Claire: Have a good time?::Russell Price: Yeah, and you did too!
Oates: How d'ya like Nicaragua?::Russell Price: It's beautiful.::Oates: Yeah, it's a shitload of Greasers though, you know.
Russell Price: Pardon my French, but who's fucking side are you on?::Marcel Jazy: I work for everyone.::Russell Price: That's a great job!
Russell Price: [In Spanish] Do you know who controls this area?::Sandinista with radio: [In Spanish] Who knows?
Claire: You chose the wrong side.::Marcel Jazy: In twenty years we shall know who's right.
Marcel Jazy: I like you people, but you are sentimental shits! You fall in love with the poets; the poets fall in love with the Marxists; the Marxists fall in love with themselves. The country falls in love with the rhetoric, and in the end we are stuck with tyrants.
Woman in refugee camp: [looking at picture of dead Alex Grazier on TV] Did you know the man who was killed?::Claire: [she nods 'yes']::Woman in refugee camp: Fifty thousand Nicaraguans have died and now a Yankee. Perhaps now America will be outraged at what has happened here.::Claire: Perhaps they will.::Woman in refugee camp: Maybe we should have killed an American journalist fifty years ago.
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In 1943, in the Russian front, the decorated leader Rolf Steiner is promoted to Sergeant after another successful mission. Meanwhile the upper-class and arrogant Prussian Captain Hauptmann Stransky is assigned as the new commander of his squad. After a bloody battle of Steiner's squad against the Russian troops led by the brave Lieutenant Meyer that dies in the combat, the coward Stransky claims that he led his squad against the Russian and requests to be awarded with the Iron of Cross to satisfy his personal ambition together with his aristocratic family. Stransky gives the names of Steiner and of the homosexual Lieutenant Triebig as witnesses of his accomplishment, but Steiner, who has problems with the chain of command in the army and with the arrogance of Stransky, refuses to participate in the fraud. When Colonel Brandt gives the order to leave the position in the front, Stransky does not retransmit the order to Steiner's squad, and they are left alone surrounded by the enemy and having to fight to survive.
Keywords: 1940s, adjutant, air-raid-shelter, airplane, ambition, ammunition, amputated-hand, anti-tank-mine, anti-war, apple
The Power of Peckinpah Has Never Been So Real...Or So Brilliant!
Men on the front lines of Hell.
Colonel Brandt: What will we do when we have lost the war?::Captain Kiesel: Prepare for the next one.
Captain Kiesel: Steiner... is a myth. Men like him are our last hope... and in that sense, he is a truly dangerous man.
Captain Stransky: I will show you how a true Prussian officer fights.::Sargeant Steiner: Then I will show you, where the Iron Crosses grow.
Kern: Do you believe in God, Sergeant?::Sargeant Steiner: I believe God is a sadist, but probably doesn't even know it.
Leutnant Triebig: It was all Stransky's orders! I hadn't no part in it!
Colonel Brandt: Why did you ask to be relieved of duty in France?::Captain Stransky: I want to get the Iron Cross.::Colonel Brandt: [reaching into his pockets] We can give you one of mine.
Unteroffizier Krüger: I stay dirty for a reason. If you've been in the field as long as I've been, you'd know why.::Sargeant Steiner: Explain.::Unteroffizier Krüger: Natural body oils, combined with dirt, can keep you waterproof.
Captain Stransky: Who is this?::Sargeant Steiner: Corporal Schnurrbart, sir.::Captain Stransky: And the other one?::Sargeant Steiner: That is a Russian prisoner, sir.
Sargeant Steiner: You shoot him... sir.::Captain Stransky: I will... on the spot.
Captain Stransky: A world without women. It's an old theory of mine. Men can get along without women easily. Easily. I tell you a man's true destiny is not just breeding children, all this childbirth and chocolate, but to be free. To rule and to fight. In other words: to lead a man's existence. Women are no more than a nuisance. Sometimes necessary.
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This 'Special' entry from the Warners/Vitaphone shorts department is less the story of Clara Barton, and more the story of how Clara Barton helped further the cause of the Red Cross in the United States and the birth of the American Red Cross. Barton went through many trials and setbacks before she succeeded. This short, as was all Warners' shorts, was made for the express purpose of theatrical release and not as something made with the school market in mind. Many of their 'Historic America' shorts were later made available for school showings.
Keywords: airplane, american-red-cross, assassination, cannon, civil-war, death, determination, doctor, earthquake, famine
The military use of children takes three distinct forms: children can take direct part in hostilities (child soldiers), or they can be used in support roles such as porters, spies, messengers, look outs, and sexual slaves; or they can be used for political advantage either as human shields or in propaganda.
Throughout history and in many cultures, children have been extensively involved in military campaigns even when such practices were supposedly against cultural morals. Since the 1970s, a number of international conventions have come into effect that try to limit the participation of children in armed conflicts, nevertheless the Coalition to Stop the Use of Child Soldiers reports that the use of children in military forces, and the active participation of children in armed conflicts is widespread.
The Raconteurs /ˌrækɒnˈtɜrz/ (also known as The Saboteurs in Australia) is an American rock band that was formed in Detroit, Michigan, featuring four members known for other musical projects: Jack White (of The White Stripes and The Dead Weather), Brendan Benson (solo), Jack Lawrence (of The Greenhornes, Blanche and The Dead Weather), and Patrick Keeler (also of The Greenhornes).
The band is based in Nashville, Tennessee. According to the band's official website, "The seed was sown in an attic in the middle of a hot summer when friends Jack White and Brendan Benson got together and wrote a song that truly inspired them. This song was 'Steady, As She Goes' and the inspiration led to the creation of a full band with the addition of Lawrence and Keeler." The band came together in Detroit during 2005 and recorded when time allowed for the remainder of the year. Due to the various members' success in other bands, they were quickly dubbed a supergroup. The band, however, asserted they were not, saying that the term implies something pre-planned or temporary, whereas they are actually "a new band made up of old friends."
Ishmael Beah (born on November 23, 1980)) is a former Sierra Leonean child soldier and the author of the published memoir, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier.
In 1991 a vicious civil war overtook Sierra Leone, the country in which he was living. The rebels invaded Beah's hometown, Mogbwemo, located in the Southern Province of Sierra Leone, and he was forced to flee. Separated from his family, he spent months wandering south with a group of other boys. At the age of 13, he was forced to become a child soldier. According to Beah's account, he fought for almost three years before being rescued by UNICEF. Beah fought for the government army against the rebels. In 1997, he fled Freetown by the help of the UNICEF due to the increasing violence and found his way to New York City, where he lived with Laura Simms, his foster mother. In New York City, Beah attended the United Nations International School. After high school, he enrolled at Oberlin College and graduated in 2004 with a degree in Political Science.
DeAndre Cortez Way (born July 28, 1990), better known by his stage name Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, or simply Soulja Boy, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, and entrepreneur.
In September 2007, his single "Crank That (Soulja Boy)" reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100. The single was initially self-published on the internet, and it later became a number-one hit in the United States for seven non-consecutive weeks starting in September 2007. On August 17 Way was listed at #18 on the Forbes list of Hip-Hop Cash Kings of 2010 earning $7 million for that year.
Way has currently released three studio albums and one independent album: his debut studio album Souljaboytellem.com (2007) was certified platinum by the RIAA. However, his next two albums, iSouljaBoyTellem (2008) and The DeAndre Way (2010) did not match the commercial success of his debut, the latter only selling 100,000 copies, despite the success of several singles across both albums, such as "Kiss Me Thru the Phone" and "Turn My Swag On" (iSouljaBoyTellem) and "Pretty Boy Swag" (The DeAndre Way).
Julian Miles "Jools" Holland OBE, DL (born 24 January 1958) is an English pianist, bandleader, singer, composer, and television presenter. He was a founder of the band Squeeze (1974-1980 & 1985-1990) and his work has involved him with many artists including Sting, Eric Clapton, George Harrison, David Gilmour, Magazine and Bono.
Holland is a published author and appears on television shows besides his own and contributes to radio shows. In 2004, he collaborated with Tom Jones on an album of traditional R&B music. He currently hosts Later... with Jools Holland, a music-based show aired on BBC2, on which his annual show Hootenanny, is based.
His great grandfather came from Ireland.
Holland played as a session musician before finding fame, and his first studio session was with Wayne County & the Electric Chairs in 1976 on their track "F*ck Off."
Holland was a founding member of the British pop band Squeeze, formed in March 1974, in which he played keyboards until 1981 and helped the band to achieve millions of record sales, before pursuing his solo career.
I am a boy soldier
Look into my eyes
I’m tired and older
Than the dead man by my side
I can take your soul
In a flash and a smile
And my home, and my name, and my life
Lie so very far behind me
Every second in no man's land
I hold my life in these small hands
Every day in a world gone mad
Hard to face who I am
Once we were children
Once we played in the morning light
Once we were chidren
One morning they came
The soldiers took us away
I am a boy soldier
See my eyes’ empty stare
Each day explodes with pain
And it’s more than I can bare
The ghosts of the slain
Are the shadows in my eyes
And I dream tomorrow will come
And carry me away
Every second in No Man's Land
I hold my life in these small hands
Every day in a world gone mad
Hard to face who I am
Once we were children
Once we played in the morning light
Once we were dreamers
One morning they came