Whenever I watch one of these war movies, no matter what period it takes place, I’m always aware of all the death. We’ve grown so used to seeing such slaughter on our screens as entertainment. But I can’t help wondering what the story is behind each and every “extra” that dies.
In a way, movies are so shallow in that they only show us that glimpse of each “insignificant” character as they charge into battle and take a quick death at the hands of their enemy. Yet we never ask to inquire about their lives. We never think to ourselves that at one point they were children with dreams of their own no matter how big or how small.
These are only movies. In movies these characters have no back story. But in reality, in real war, they do. In real war each and every one of them is like a main character in a tv sereis that we’ve watched for ten seasons. A character that suddenly comes to their bloody end in an instant. No slow motion. Not a set of others off to the sides screaming “noooooo” as they fall to the ground. Just an unceremonious ending within seconds.
And the world moves on.