Waltz with Bashir Page #3
Now I was in command of a tank
full of the dead and wounded,
looking for a bright light, salvation.
What should we do?
Why don't you tell us what to do?
Shoot.
- At who?
How do I know? Just shoot.
Isn't it better to pray?
- Then pray and shoot.
Finally we see the helicopter lights.
Like halos.
As we get closer to the light,
we see dead and wounded everywhere.
We unload mechanically,
as if we're not even present.
The we turn around and drive off.
On the first day of the war,
I transported the dead and wounded
I'm looking for people who were with me.
Could your men have been among them?
It sounds logical.
We were in the coastal area.
In the western sector
It's possible.
Do you recognize me here?
No.
I don't recognize myself either.
Crossing the border at Rosh Hanikra,
felt like an excursion.
We took photos,
we told jokes...
We had time to fool around
before going into action.
Good morning, Lebanon
Good morning, Lebanon
Too much pain to carry on
Good morning, Lebanon
The landscape was beautiful,
trees all around,
a few scattered houses...
A really idyllic pastoral scene.
to enjoy the scenery.
May your dreams come true
May your nightmares pass
Your existence is a blessing, Lebanon
In a tank, you always feel really safe.
A tank is a very massive.
enclosed vehicle.
Inside the tank,
we were protected.
You are torn to pieces
You are the love of my life
Oh, my short, short life
Tear me to pieces
I'm bleeding...
Suddenly our commander
stopped responding. We lost contact.
Was he beside you.
- Yes.
I saw his head slumped forward.
I went down inside and saw blood,
blood in the tank.
The blood was coming from his neck.
You were next in command?
- Yes, I was.
But I didn't react immediately.
We just stayed in the tank
without even thinking of firing back.
Two minutes later,
there was an explosion. Everyone tried
to escape from the tank hysterically...
without weapons or anything...
Those who stayed inside,
were killed in the tank.
I ran as fast as I could
My only thought.
It's over. I'm done for.
They'll be here any minute.
All I can do is wait for the end.
I saw the building from which they
were shooting, and the commander.
I hoped he'd get closer.
I don't know why,
but he started to retreat.
I felt abandoned by our forces.
I imagined how my mother would react.
We're very close.
I was always like her right hand.
I'm the only one
who helps out at home.
Like the firstborn son.
I took a peek.
I saw them chatting, smoking.
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