"The forced hero..."

Yes, yes... There's too much of this Unknown War... Perhaps the reading of "Nuremberg Trials" digged up by chance in the very same granny's library had a negative impact on the teenage girl's state of mind, but horror and perfection of the Nazis war machine is plodding through life somewhere far behind the back, looming (already barely visible), but from time to time poking head in elegant back service cap and fixing in the air the raised hand...

"If someday someone instead of a simple greeting will rise up his arm and shout: "Heil!"- know that there they're waiting for us... from there we will start our great revival..."

But it happened once, this amazing thing: the most irreconcilable ideological antagonists have decided to unite against plague rats that attacked the city forgetting for a while all the ambitions, territorial claims, disagreements "on the issue", and the "leading heads" woke up from dreams of Private World Domination that could turn on in the nights no less than a woman nearby or their own hands and realize that ranks and insignia you cannot carry into eternity...
The most simple and most unique moment of truth...

Here, in this very war, so many men lay dead... they haven't lived enough... they haven't loved enough... they didn't made long-awaited kids with beloved wives... They are all heroes despite the fact that none of them had never believed himself a 'special one' till they happened to run into this trouble "head on"... and not always and not everything was good... But they, in first and last time in their life, directed their burning air planes into the enemies' trains... covered with their own bodies the machineguns firing from the well hidden bunkers, they were frozen but kept fighting in Bastogne and Russian endless steppes... jumped landing in the black sky alive knowing that many are destined to fall to the ground the mere corpses... They were of different nationalities, different faiths, and some completely atheists... very efficient and quite poorly educated... what's the matter then and now...

Without number those superheroes and on what they went for and managed to do for we can live long, thoughtless, absolutely irresponsibly and happy... we would have to stand up now and be silent... But we can and to stand... just be quite for a minute... short ten seconds can be enough to remember and realize that we are alive only because they had once dared to die for the sake of what we dare to become...

Lieutenant Archie Hicox was another one of them... The forced hero in a pure form... He died at the time wrong for him... in the place wrong for him... with people that, most likely, he would prefer never to know in his life... Moreover that his story has begun quite smoothly... and there were no signs of such a farcical end of it...

"Food for Thought": Full Dossier N XVII-76672, Archibald Hicox

In "Operation Kino" he was doomed to death from the very beginning... The simple logic of things... The best spy of our mind... "She" is relentless... She screams or that everything will be so and not otherwise, or whispering the same things in your ear... She tends to contradict everything she doesn't agree with and help us to make our own little discoveries, of course, if we have ability to follow her path...

In short, if in the right place at appointed time you managed to get in the company of people not quite suitable for acquaintance and you had no chance to "slip away at once" – the serious trouble is waiting for you...

Basterds... What to say about them... Here's the time to puff the cheeks looking confused, become thoughtful and breathe out being absolutely baffled...

People are enjoying them recklessly, with ostentatious appetite, ashamed to confess to each other in the fact that this dish which includes rare ingredients is not a success at all as if there's an unfortunate error in the recipe that self-confident chef had so long dreamed of and this caused overdose of one component among the hundreds, which make the sausage crack from side to side...

You're watching and stunned incriminating yourself in feeling unexpected sympathy for the German Officer who remain calm and has simple human dignity despite the fact that in the next moment little-bear-baseballer fallen out from some scruffy cave will smash his head into sausage meat vulgarly sated with temporal power superiority...

And a man able to say from a platform "You need to be rude and ruthless when it comes to those against whom we fight and whom we condemn to total extermination*", 'the furious Fahrer of Nazi art', seems to be funny bad boy who needs consultations from Sigmund Freud [was driven out of Vienna by the Nazis] who noticed that most of mankind's problems lie somewhere in sexual imbalance...

In the depths of all that is happening on screen there's some kind of slight dangerous distortion... and it's not just about that the "war criminals cannot be stupid or look worthier than those who embodies the people's punishment", but about the fact that because of such displacement of meaning we gradually ceasing to be aware of what it is: "to think, to do right" and take any bad taste just because it's "a lot of fun" required for all...

He's a clever head, this Lt. Archie... There's a mind in some people which is like a living water... It's sensitive to every touching from the outside... Able to unmistakable chose and absorb the information that is placed on its shelves "just in case" or "maybe I could do something with it", and it will be needed for sure giving impetus to step into the new stage and grow over the yesterday's self... Education cant' do this... This cannot be achieved by reading "books... more books..." It's even the genes of this happy guy... Perhaps, slight night kiss on the little dreamer's forehead as promise that he's just right now lucky enough to learn from life...

Caught in the cage with several manic-stubborn in “morescalps idea" baboons, he realized all at once... Maybe the short tagline: "This is the end that can't be cured..." was not been printed in his mind "in black and white", but he wasn't mistaken about this feeling that the world that just a minute ago was walking along with him "according to the plan" suddenly stopped and then rushed in the direction of the uncontrollable chaos... You are not the one who can be easily frightened... You will not go to the nearest bushes (supposedly to ease yourself) straight after the danger barely came into view... you will shield up the one who's weaker without hesitation... But you will inevitably panic if several cracked dudes will turn out to be your roommates, and each of them will be convinced they are still ones of the Homo sapiens...

The scene where confused Archie hopelessly coming from one of the skulls' cutter to another seem to be considered the fun one... This is so natural at our habit to find something to laugh at in simple and grave things and do not pay attention to violence and vulgarity which is poured upon us just as easily as women of the Middle Ages splashed the slops on the well-dressed passers-by... But in those times the order "On the Prohibition to pour dirty water out of doors and windows without first ensuring that the street is free" was issued...

Yes, any hard worker "of art" has the right to any demonstration of his worldview, but this right ends just there where begins the right of any viewer who came to the museum or theater to not be stupefy, spiritually depraved and "cheaped" as a personality...

And you feel painfully sorry for him... Let he will forgive for saying this... Dare and strong men don't like when someone takes pity on them... But sometimes they very much like that someone would, someone who understands everything without further ado...

This is almost visibly – how human's aura that keeps our safe in the space is pulling down... it's like handmade warm knitwear... you cannot catch cold while this thing is okay, but if one stitch got unraveled and this tear will not be patched in time, it will spread to the useless scraps of threads, and you will appear before the proposed circumstances naked and defenseless as a newborn who was left one-on-one with meaningless world jeering at him...

The view of someone else's mind that is sleeping next to you creates your own monsters, and you start to make one mistake after another...

So dream of whose mind we see through the Archie's bewildered eyes?.. To whom it seemed funny before the hour of a 'mutual death'?

- I don't look calm to you?
- Hee-hee... I guess you do...

* Dr. Joseph Goebbels "Geistige Kriegskuns" MDMXLI (1941)

to be continued...