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Johnny Got His Gun Written and Directed by Dalton Trumbo 1971
The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage.
You can never know what has happened to him.
If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live.
Where am I? Father!
What happened? I need help...
What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur.
When it's comes my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son.
It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain,
pleasure, memory, dreams or thought of any kind.
This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead...
...until the day he joins them.
I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering.
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real
when you can't even tell when you're awake and when you're asleep?
Where am I?
I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops with me
Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh, please God wake me
They kept my head and chopped off everything.
Oh god, please make them hear me.
They won't listen, they won't hear me.
They got to wake me up, I'll be like this for years.
Hear me.
Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh, please God wake me
It's like a piece of me that keeps on living
It won't always be like this, will it? I can't live like this! I, I can't!
Please, no! I can't! I can't!
Help me! Somebody, please help me!
Mother, where are ya?
Mommy, mother, I'm having a nightmare and I can't wake up!
Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh, God help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh, please God help me
Me lying here like, like some freak in a carnival show.
Here is the armless, legless wonder of the twentieth century!
Death has a dignity of its own.
Father!
I need help! I'm in terrible trouble and I need help!
Don't you remember when you were little?
How you and Bill Harper use to string a wire between the two houses?
So you could telegraph to each other.
Do you remember the Morse code?
Darkness Imprisoning me
All that I see Absolute horror
I cannot live I cannot die
Trapped in myself Body my holding cell
It's Morse code.
For what?
S.O.S.
Help.
Landmine Has taken my sight
Taken my speech Taken my hearing
Taken my arms Taken my legs
Taken my soul Left me with life in Hell
What's he saying?
Said kill me.
Over and over again.
Kill me.
Oh god, please make them hear me.
Don't you have any message for him Arthur?
He's the product of your profession, not mine.
Kill me. I'm asking you to kill me.
Thank you.
Save me please.
Father!
Each man faces death by himself.
Alone.
Good-bye father.
Inside me I'm screaming, nobody pays any attention.
If I had arms, I could kill myself. If I had legs, I could run away.
If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself.
How do I know they'll kill me?
I could yell for help, but nobody'd help me.
I just got to do some kind of, see how I can go on like this.
S.O.S.
Help...
...me.
S.O.S.
Help...
...me.
Keep the home fires burning. While our hearts are yearning.