Follows the lives of
Rudyard Kipling,
his son John Kipling
- otherwise known
as Jack - Carrie
Kipling, and Elsie
Kipling.
Set in 1913-1933,
expresses the various
different stages of
the First World War,
and the Kipling's grief
after John dies.
Written and
performed in 1997,
eighty years after
Wilfred Owen was
writing his war poetry.
Owen's poetry focuses more on the
suffering of the soldiers who were alive
during the First World War, because Owen
had first hand experience with suffering
due to his mass exposure to the Front Lines
and his stay at Craiglockhart - a hospital for
shell shocked soldiers during the First World
War. Owen's perspective on the War is
personal, he was actively involved in the
War and had suffered through a variety of
shocking experiences which led him to have
a break down. Owen has a better
understanding on the horrors of War
because he was writing his poetry whilst he
was experiencing everything. Whereas,
Haig's play has some distance on the War
Haig focuses on the
suffering of the soldiers,
along with the suffering
of those left behind.
Haig's play mainly
focuses on the aftermath
on a family when a loved
one doesn't return from
War, and the prolonged
effects it can have on a
person and a family unit.
Haig's perspective is
more subjective, because
he wasn't alive during the
First World War and
therefore didn't
experience the fighting or
the grief of a nation first
hand.
Themes
War
Shell shock
Death
Loss
Comradeship
Bravery
Suffering
Mentally
Physically
Family
Paternal Bonds
Propaganda
Influence
Nationalism
Gender Roles
Quotes
'Every young man who
chooses to remain at home,
must be shunned by his
community.'
'But the man just plowed on
regardless did they?'
'The bullets are all
around me - Bees!
Bees! - a swarm of
angry bees. Buzzin' an'
racin' past the ear.'
'We've had four
hours sleep this
last forty-eight
hours.'
'What our country
has achieved in the
last 150 years is
unique. We have
build up,
painstakingly built
up, a family of
nations...'
'The bottom of his face is... shot away.'
(BLACK OUT)
'It's just me. An' the
Lieutenant's cryin'
with the pain...'
But then I think - how
dare you, how dare you,
how could you,
condemn your son to
oblivion.'
(He drops his head and cries.)
'I'm so relieved that you
see the death of our only
son as such a positive and
uplifting experience.'
(He has aged
dramatically.
He looks
smaller and
frailer.'
Jack was eighteen years and six
weeks old. He died in the rain, he
couldn't see a thing, he was
alone, in pain, you can't persuade
me there is any glory in that.'
'For nothing, for nothing, for nothing.'
'Well frankly Father
it will be your fault
if Jack is killed.'
(He is seeing the
chlorine gas,
heavier than air,
moving along, just
above the ground.)