English gentleman author Rudyard Kipling, famous for the Jungle Book, uses his considerable influence, being on a War Office propaganda think tank, to get his nearly 18 year-old son John 'Jack', admitted for military service during World war I after he is repeatedly refused on account of his bad eyesight. He is enrolled in the Irish Guards: their patriotic dream but mother and sister's nightmare. After a short officer training course Jack gets command of a platoon and embarks in France. Soon, and just after his 18th birthday, his unit suffers terrible losses and Jack is reported missing. Now mother Caroline 'Carry' Kipling proves unstoppable pushing Rudyard's influence and half of England to help find out the truth. When it finally comes, there is far less glory than gore and guilt. Written by
KGF Vissers (edited P Vanderl)
A young man fights for his country.
Did You Know?
Several scenes were shot at the actual Rudyard Kipling
estate, Bateman's, where Kipling lived from 1902 until his death. See more
In the movie the soldiers are taught to fire the Lee-Enfield rifle using their index finger on the trigger. This is incorrect. Guards regiments in the early part of the war were taught to fire 20 aimed rounds per minute. This fast rate of fire was achieved by virtue of the close proximity of the bolt mechanism and the trigger mechanism on the .303 Short Magazine Lee-Enfield rifle. Soldiers in Guards regiments were trained (like the Old Contemptibles) to fire the Lee-Enfield using the middle finger to fire the weapon while the index finger and thumb worked the bolt. The index finger and thumb would keep hold of the bolt THROUGHOUT the firing procedure, thus speeding up the rate of fire considerably. In the movie soldiers are clearly shown releasing the bolt on every shot in order to use the index finger to fire the weapon. See more
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 did not 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...
Happy Birthday to You
by Patty S. Hill
(as Patti Hill Smith) & Mildred J. Hill
(as Mildred Hill)
EMI Music Publishing Ltd See more