Sunday, December 27, 2009

My Boy Jack


i first discovered this film due to my passion for Daniel Radcliffe. but it got more than i expected, this movie was really something, and even if you are the most hardcore Twitard out there and will avoid anything linked to Harry Potter, you must see this one for family, love, and patriotism's sake.

it is a movie based on a true story during World War I. SHUT UP ITS TIME TO GET ALL PATRIOTIC HERE SO CONTINUE READING WILL YA? good. dont be a dunderhead and leave, or are you?


despite Dan's ridiculous mustache, this movie is a WOW. and hey, during those times mustache was a sign of having authorities, did you know that? just look at Hitler. the uglier the mustache is, the higher position you hold.

okay move on. John "Jack" Kipling was the only son of a famous writer and poet, Rudyard Kipling. like everywhere else in the world, during war era, males want to serve for their country as soldiers. same thing like Sarjan Hassan in our nation's history and even my own father's. so did Jack, who in the movie was outstandingly portrayed by Dan Radcliffe (you should see him yourself). but the only thing was Jack had this severe short sightedness.

he couldnt see more than 5 yards or so away. few times he was turned down by the navy and army, but having an influential father had its own privileges. Rudyard finally succeeded in talking to one of the big boss, so Jack was accepted into the military at age 17. Rudyard particularly wanted his son to go to the battlefield, against his wife and daughter's wishes. as always, women tend to have better senses. they didnt want to risk Jack's life because the second he lost his glasses, he'd be the danger to himself and his men.


however, with Jack's will and Rudyard's endless encouragement, he proceeded to the next level. some might think he was a little prat of a well known father, but they couldnt be more wrong. Jack proved to be fit for fight besides his medical limitation. its motivating how he defeated his own defect, experiencing the hardship of training with his glasses on. off he went, the 18-year-old, younger than most of the soldiers, but was a charismatic leader to his men.

something went horribly wrong the first day he was on action. Jack's glasses fell off in the mud. after a short while searching, he straightened himself, put on the glasses, only to see dozens of shots coming his way. he fell on the ground, and moved no more.

[on the left shows the real Rudyard and Jack Kipling]
at war, everything was in chaos, as they couldnt find him, Jack was in Missing and Wounded List. his family was in horror, and using all his father's connection even to the king, the mourning family started the quest of searching John Kipling. his father met all the soldiers involved, and flew out the same question everytime

"have you seen my boy Jack?".


they didnt give up for two years, until a man under Jack's command who saw him dying told the family everything. by then finally his father accepted that his son was dead, and blamed himself for pushing him to go to war. he said

"if any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied".

ITS TRAGIC MAN, CANT YOU SEE?

Jack was killed on his first day on the battlefield, and his body was never recovered. rumors had it that the body under his grave stone was other man's. its not only a story of a bloody war, its a story of how a potential live gone too soon. a story of lost and love, and one that represents numerous others about what dreadful wars do to people, on a smaller scale, small but has endless effect in one's life.

if you managed to pull yourself reading this until the last word, you have the tendency of being someone who truly cares, so why not start watching all war movies including this one and spend a moment thinking about these kinda stuff. right?

this is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, inspired by his son's death, 'My Boy Jack'.

"Have you news of my boy Jack?"
Not this tide.
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
"Has any one else had word of him?"
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing and this tide.
"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?"
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he didn't shame his kind
Not even with that wind blowing and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide,
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!


boy this movie made me cry.

5 comments:

Shafiqah Omar said...

poem ni sedih, although i can't really see the meaning behind those words.

Tapi kalau dia tgh cakap sal anak dia sedihlah maknanya tu.

Keretapi said...

haha awak nih,
pasal anak die la tu. mcm 'mane anak aku, ade nampak?',
lepastu org jawab 'not this tide, kan tgh perang ni mustahillah dgn keadaan cmni nk hidup, not this tide'

camtula kot :D

Anonymous said...

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Keretapi said...

really? and who are you btw? just thought some friends of mine who havent got the guts to praise me on my face. haha

thanks so much, i appreciate that. though i think i have less ideas now than before, and my posts keep talking about the same sort of thing.

but tq still :D
mind introducing yourself?

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