Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Here's the script:

Page 1

Panel 1 (large)- Split panel with upper half with a family, circa 18th century. Mum is crying into a handkerchief, dad is looking sad but stoic , one sister early teens looking bewildered as she comforts her mum, and a young lad, about 17 standing up tall and eagerly talking. Lower half sees same young man now dressed in battle armour kissing his mother goodbye hurriedly, his sister (tearstreaked face) and dad standing next to mum.

CAPTION 1- THEY WEPT WHEN YOU TOLD THEM WHY YOU HAD TO GO

CAPTION 2 - THEY WEPT WHEN YOU KISSED THEM GOODBYE WITH NARY A GLANCE



Panel 2- The army marching by in shining armour as people watch them march. One end of a line you will see our young man looking eager and excited.

CAPTION1 - THEY WEPT AS THEY WAVED BY THE WAYSIDE

CAPTION 2- THEY WEPT WHEN YOU MARCHED GAILY OFF TO WAR.


Panel 3- The father is reading out loud to the mother who is knitting a long sock with tears running down her face. Sister is carefully placing a warm scarf into a box (prepared as a package).

CAPTION- THEY WEPT WHEN THEY READ YOUR LETTERS HOME SO FULL OF HOPE AND VITALITY.



Page 2

Panel 1- we see our young soldier still trudging along muddy paths with other soldiers shivering in the falling snow, his shining armour now discoloured

CAPTION- WHO WEEPS FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER LYING HERE ALONE IN THE COLD?


Panel 2- same soldier trying hard to polish his breastplate in falling rain- he looks cold, disillusioned and lost.

CAPTION- WHO WEEPS FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER AS YOUR ONCE SHINING ARMOUR RUSTS IN THE RAIN?


Panel 3- scene from a battle, bodies lie on the ground, our young soldier looking horrified at the carnage around him

CAPTION - WHO WEEPS FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER AS THE WARM FLESH ROTS SLOWLY FROM YOUR BONES?



Panel 4- our young soldier is holding the hand of a dying soldier who has a spear stuck in his ribs and an arrow here and there. Our soldier himself has a bandaged shoulder and is looking older, his eyes bleak.


CAPTION- WHO WEEPS FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER AS YOU LAY GASPING YOUR FINAL BREATH?


Panel 5- another battle scene, where the battle is raging. Our young soldier is crossing swords with another soldier in different armour, fighting for his life. Dead bodies on the ground. Sleet is coming down fast.

CAPTION - WHO WEEPS FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER AS THOSE AROUND YOU WERE DESTROYED IN A BLINK OF AN EYE?



Page 3

Panel 1- Army Generals with their shining armour reflecting warm firelight standing around a map laid out on a table, smiling and holding glasses of wine. You can see it’s a luxurious tent they are in with fur rugs on the ground, very comfortable.

CAPTION- NO ONE WILL WEEP IN THE ARMY TENTS

Panel 2- the generals are clinking their glasses together, looking relaxed.

CAPTION- AS THEY PLAY AT BEING GENERALS IN TIMES OF WAR


Panel 3- A harrassed looking man, sweating and bloodied is trying to sew together a nasty leg wound of a soldier who is screaming in pain.

CAPTION- NO ONE WILL WEEP IN THE HOSPITALS


Panel 4- overhead shot of rows of men lying on pallets on the ground, bandages seen on most, some are missing limbs, some are screaming as doctors attend to them.

CAPTION- AS THEY STRUGGLE WITH SO MANY VICTIMS OF WAR


Panel 5- a market town on a busy market day, vegetable, fruit stalls, normal day. People milling about.

CAPTION- NO ONE WILL WEEP IN THE ALLEYWAYS

Page 4

Panel 1- a Beggar in ragged clothing (military in cut) and a sword, missing an arm and next to him another beggar (similar ragged clothes) missing a leg, a helmet on the ground in front of them, it has a few coins thrown in.

CAPTION- WHERE THOSE ABANDONED BY THEIR MASTERS STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE




Panel 2- Wide angle shot of a huge mansion with well trimmed lawns and a flag flying on the roof.

CAPTION - NO ONE WILL WEEP IN THE CORRIDORS OF POWER


Panel 3- a group of well dressed men sit in circular rows of seats at the foot of a platform, listening to the speaker at a podium. They are wealthy, educated. The surroundings are rich and luxurious.


CAPTION- AS THEY MOVE ARMIES ACROSS THE MAP LIKE PAWNS IN A CHESS GAME

Panel 4- Same group of men now around a dining table, richly laden with food and wines, everyone’s eating and drinking and laughing. Richly furnished rooms.

CAPTION- SAFE IN THEIR MARBLED LUXURY.



Page 5

Panel 1 (medium)- In foreground, we see our young soldier falling to the ground, two to three arrows pierced through his chest, he’s aged a lot, haggard, an expression of horror and disbelief. Bodies of soldiers all around him in the background.

CAPTION 1 - NO ONE WILL WEEP FOR YOU NOW, YOUNG SOLDIER

CAPTION 2- GONE AND LONG FORGOTTEN….


Panel 2 (large) – a skeleton in heavy armour, head sunk down with strands on hair on its skull floating in the wind, his mouth open as if in shock. He’s sitting on the ground, half covered in snow, his sword and helmet beside him on other side, also buried in snow, barely visible. Behind him, are trees, birds flying, yet more snow.


CAPTION 1- ONE FIGURE IN THE CASULTIES OF WAR,

CAPTION 2- NO ONE WILL WEEP FOR YOU NOW.


This is Loston Wallace's picture, stockpiled for use in the PJ writing contests. thanks loston. anyway the poem below was based on this pix, I will be writing the script accompanying this shortly.  Posted by Picasa

poem as part of a PJ writing exercise, might post the script later:

They wept when you told them why you had to go

They wept as you kissed them goodbye with nary a glance

They wept as they waved by the wayside

They wept when you marched gaily off to war.

They wept when they read your letters home so full of hope and vitality.

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

Lying here alone in the cold?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

as your once shining armour rusts in the rain?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

as the warm flesh rots slowly from your bones?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier

As you lay gasping your final breath?

Who weeps for you now, young soldier?

As those around you were destroyed in a blink of an eye?

No one will weep in the army tents

As they play at being generals in times of war

No one will weep in the hospitals

As they struggle with so many victims of war

No one will weep in the alleyways

Where those abandoned by their masters struggle to survive

No one will weep in the corridors of power

As they move armies across the map like pawns in a chess game

Safe in their marbled luxury.

No one will weep for you now, young soldier

Gone and long forgotten,

One figure in the casulties of war

No one will weep for you now.

Writing Only haha

This is just to reserve this section :)

planning to use this just for writing "stuff".

lia etc