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random childhood memory
Jan. 19th, 2021 06:21 pmBoth my parents were teachers in West Virginia and if I remember right, the only state that paid teachers less at that time was Mississippi. Money was tight. We also lived too far off the beaten path to get cable even if we could afford it. We had our one little channel (NBC) and a vcr. We also had access to the county board office's media library.
It was full of educational or education adjacent movies. We watched a lot of them. And for some reason, today I found myself remembering a British period drama we watched all those decades ago. Well, just one scene anyway.
The two British soldiers had been captured and imprisoned and then taken to a hilltop to be killed by firing squad. They held hands as they went to their deaths and I remember being struck by that, that these two brave people could be so calm in the face of their executions, but still reaching out for each other. Again, this was rural West Virginia where you only took your hands out of your pockets for immediate family. My little sister asked why they were doing that, and my mother, already weepy behind her kleenex, said that it was to comfort each other. Then, we all cried.
That is the only part of that movie I remember. I don't remember the name or any other part of the story, whether the soldiers knew each before or had only met in prison. I have that one scene, of them walking up the hill at gunpoint, holding hands. I'm pretty sure they were killed but I don't remember that part clearly. Random memory strikes again.
It was full of educational or education adjacent movies. We watched a lot of them. And for some reason, today I found myself remembering a British period drama we watched all those decades ago. Well, just one scene anyway.
The two British soldiers had been captured and imprisoned and then taken to a hilltop to be killed by firing squad. They held hands as they went to their deaths and I remember being struck by that, that these two brave people could be so calm in the face of their executions, but still reaching out for each other. Again, this was rural West Virginia where you only took your hands out of your pockets for immediate family. My little sister asked why they were doing that, and my mother, already weepy behind her kleenex, said that it was to comfort each other. Then, we all cried.
That is the only part of that movie I remember. I don't remember the name or any other part of the story, whether the soldiers knew each before or had only met in prison. I have that one scene, of them walking up the hill at gunpoint, holding hands. I'm pretty sure they were killed but I don't remember that part clearly. Random memory strikes again.
