{"id":1842143,"date":"2025-06-08T17:00:06","date_gmt":"2025-06-08T17:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/1842143\/"},"modified":"2025-06-08T17:00:06","modified_gmt":"2025-06-08T17:00:06","slug":"allons-petits-enfants-telefilm-complet-drame-historique-oscar-copp-jean-michel-noirey-fp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/1842143\/","title":{"rendered":"Allons Petits Enfants &#8211; T\u00e9l\u00e9film Complet &#8211; Drame Historique &#8211; Oscar COPP, Jean Michel NOIREY &#8211; FP"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\"  width=\"580\" height=\"385\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rSqUvMFTOC0\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><br \/>\n<br \/>\nAllons Petits Enfants &#8211; T\u00e9l\u00e9film Complet &#8211; Drame Historique &#8211; Oscar COPP, Jean Michel NOIREY &#8211; FP<br \/>\n<br \/>\nCome on, hurry up. We shouldn&#8217;t keep<br \/>\nthe master waiting. Anyway,<br \/>\nit&#8217;s still Jean who has the prize. Here, my dear, this is for you.<br \/>\nGo ahead, my little guy. Thank you, Grandma. Come on, get in. Can I lead it? Yeah, but you don&#8217;t make us pay.<br \/>\nCome on. Come on ! When we sing of<br \/>\nthe cherry season, And the gay nightingale And the mockingbird will all be celebrating, The beauties will have madness in their heads, And lovers of the sun in their hearts. When we sing of<br \/>\ncherry season, the mockingbird will whistle much better.  The cherry season is very short. Coral pendants. When you get there, at cherry time. If you are afraid of heartbreak, avoid beautiful women. I, who do not fear<br \/>\ncruel punishments, will not live without suffering one day. When you get there, at cherry time You will also have heartaches I already told you not to put<br \/>\nyour fingers in your nose. Dear parents, dear children, this year, two students have obtained the place of honor. Yes, my little Jean,<br \/>\nthis time you are not alone. I would also like to reward him for his<br \/>\ngreat efforts and exemplary progress. Maurice. We applaud them both. The first prize. You too, Maurice, you deserve it. Go ahead. Here&#8217;s to you and here&#8217;s to you Jean. I congratulate you both,<br \/>\nbut we must persevere to become educated citizens who are useful to the country. Well done again. Well done, well done, well done.  That&#8217;s not a prize.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s holiday homework. You&#8217;re lucky. You&#8217;ll at least make him a priest or a<br \/>\nschoolmaster, it&#8217;s not like that. If you keep hitting him on the head,<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re the one who&#8217;s going to mess it up. No danger.<br \/>\nA Hugo is as tough as a troublemaker. Right, son? So, cousin, did you make a soap? Momo, you must have some money<br \/>\nin your pocket by now. And you, Fernand, you would have done better<br \/>\nto think about it a little more when you were at school. Come on, sir. Luckily, there aren&#8217;t just soaps, there<br \/>\nalso have to be&#8230; idiots. You have to do what you have to do. Come on, let&#8217;s dance. Excuse me, sir. My beauty.  Are you dense, miss? Come with me. Cheers. Quick, quick, quick. At the Flandrins,<br \/>\nat the Flandrins, hurry up. What&#8217;s up with the Flandrins?<br \/>\nThere is fire.  Is there a fire at the Flandrins?<br \/>\nHow ? There is fire.<br \/>\nQuick, the quarry. There&#8217;s a fire in the Flandrins.<br \/>\nHurry up. Rock. Rock. Rock. Help. Peter is in the barn. Do something. Come on, go ahead. Peter is in the barn. Do something.  There&#8217;s<br \/>\nnothing we can do. Look, the roof is about to fall.<br \/>\nMove over. Maurice.<br \/>\nMove over. Maurice, I beg you. Okay, I&#8217;m going. Maurice, are you crazy or what? Leave me. Maurice. Stop, watch out. Maurice. What does it do?<br \/>\nMy God. Maurice. Dad. Don&#8217;t tell me. THANKS.<br \/>\nTHANKS. Oh, thank you. Well done, Dad. The<br \/>\nVilleneuve firefighters did not come. They are coming.<br \/>\nWhat a day. What else? They assassinated<br \/>\nthe Archduke of Austria. We don&#8217;t care about the Archduke. Yes, but there could be war.  Bastard Josselin. His field is rotten. That&#8217;s why he gave it to us. Don&#8217;t worry. When it is irrigated, it will<br \/>\nproduce so many potatoes, it will bite its fingers. What if you go to war? Well, we&#8217;re not so sure about war. Then you will finish the work. You&#8217;re old enough to pick up<br \/>\nthe pickaxe now.  Go ahead, try it. Look at. You see? Not too much. Dad, will you let me try<br \/>\nthe magic coin? You won&#8217;t make it.<br \/>\nShow me again. So, one coin, one hand, hop, hop, into the other hand.<br \/>\nMagic breath. No more room. And there you go. To me. So, one piece, one hand. Magic breath.<br \/>\nAnd it failed. I&#8217;ll get there. The cork.<br \/>\nWait, wait, yeah, yeah. Let it sphere. Wait again.<br \/>\nPatience. That&#8217;s fishing.<br \/>\nHe looks like he&#8217;s fat. Yeah, he looks like it.  Do you have the landing net? Yeah.<br \/>\nOh my! It&#8217;s huge. He is fat. It&#8217;s really heavy.<br \/>\nLook at. He&#8217;s going to bite me. Look how big he is.<br \/>\nAhead, ahead. He moves too much.<br \/>\nHe moves. There you go, I blocked it. Even. Look, grandma. Look what we took with Dad. He&#8217;s handsome, isn&#8217;t he? This is the mobilization order. You leave tomorrow and they take the horse too. I will always be with you. All the time. I love you. For once, you&#8217;ll have to<br \/>\nask for the mullet with the flange. It&#8217;s not worth much,<br \/>\nbut we&#8217;ll have to make do. Raymond won&#8217;t leave,<br \/>\nhe&#8217;s past that age. He will give a helping hand. So, everything is arranged. Then I&#8217;ll be back before Christmas. That&#8217;s what everyone says. Come on, mother, it&#8217;s time.<br \/>\nGoodbye, my son. Take care. I&#8217;ll accompany you to the four roads. I had your name engraved on it. It will bring you luck. I will write to you every day. Come on, let&#8217;s go. Potato, will he stay with you? You know, in war, everyone has their own job. Potato, he will pull<br \/>\nthe cars or the cannons. Everyone has to get<br \/>\ninvolved to get the B*ches out. I promise you one thing, Friton. As long as<br \/>\nI&#8217;m standing, the B*ches, they won&#8217;t touch a hair on your head,<br \/>\nnor your mother&#8217;s, nor my mother&#8217;s. Hold. Now you&#8217;re<br \/>\nthe man of the house.  So.  That way, it&#8217;s like you&#8217;re still<br \/>\nhere and we&#8217;re both working. Fire ! And two at once.<br \/>\nYeah. Anjou. Aim for the general, aim for the general.<br \/>\nFire. Yes. Another victory.<br \/>\nWell done, soldier. We return to camp. Come on, little children of France, it&#8217;s time to remember. Your parents suffered the pain<br \/>\nof having the memory, You did a terrible thing about the two fallen Austrians for the crimes of the assassins, may your hatred remain terrible. Oh, gentlemen, children, learn the lesson. Never, never will the Germans be entitled to forgiveness. Long live France. Long live France. All right, kids. I see that in the absence of your master,<br \/>\nwho, as you know, fights for you and defends the nation, Mademoiselle Moreau<br \/>\nhas been able to lift your hearts to the fatherland. Continue. Be brave. Sons of heroes, live like heroes. Children,<br \/>\nworthy of their fighting father, must feel a warrior soul beating within them. Every day, salute the heroism of those<br \/>\nwho shed their blood for justice and freedom. Every day he falls, he bleeds. And it&#8217;s for you. You are the first and last<br \/>\nthought of those who die on the battlefield. I congratulate you, miss. You have perfectly applied<br \/>\nthe academic guidelines. You have succeeded in making<br \/>\nthe greatness of our country vibrate in the hearts of your students. Keep teaching them<br \/>\nhero worship. War, war is now<br \/>\na subject on the curriculum. Thank you, Inspector. Goodbye, miss. Goodbye, Mr. Inspector. We&#8217;ll get the cows. Cows, that&#8217;s David H. Open this. Open, open, open. A little calm, please. Mr. Inspector was very pleased. And I am proud of you. All. He&#8217;s a dead man. Mrs. Margoulay, do you know who she is? It&#8217;s Lucien Baurier,<br \/>\npoor guy, not even 20 years old. Lucien, wasn&#8217;t Momo your cousin? Yes, miss. But then, go write his name on the board.<br \/>\nThis is us. Are we the cat? Remember what<br \/>\nMr. Inspector said, Momo. Lucien, he died for us. You must be proud of him. All right ?<br \/>\nMomo, come on, let&#8217;s avenge Lucien. Pierrot is right. Come on, go. Go ahead. The logs killed Lucien. He must be avenged. Lieutenant Pierrot,<br \/>\nprepare your men for battle. You You others in fighting position.<br \/>\nWe make logs. They are ready, General.<br \/>\nAttention, soldier, at my command. Gathering.<br \/>\nYou, your prisoners. You, your notebooks.<br \/>\nYou were a prisoner. You said you were going to do it. You stop what your father. You killed me.<br \/>\nLet me go. Well done, soldier. Another victory. Gathering.<br \/>\nYou will receive your decorations. Lieutenant Pierrot, I congratulate you. The agreement, General. And your father, he&#8217;s not even an officer. If anyone should<br \/>\nbe the boss here, it&#8217;s me. Shut up, Gaillon. Here, it is courage<br \/>\nthat gives you strength. Not the shoes. Dad ? Dad ? Fernand. Fernand! So Friton? Wow, you&#8217;re lucky to have a permit. Dad, he hasn&#8217;t been able to come yet. You know Lucien, we will never forget him. His name is on the<br \/>\nhonor roll now. And my father, have you seen him? No, we weren&#8217;t in the same town. I would like to be 18 years old. The bosses, I would make them black pudding. And the Kaiser, bam, in the mouth. And you, Fermand, how many have you killed?  Are they going to give you a medal? I&#8217;ll tell you another time, Friton. Hey, Raymond.<br \/>\nWhat ? It&#8217;s good. Ah good ?<br \/>\nYes, it&#8217;s good. Time may turn me around. I will come back in three<br \/>\ndays to return everything. If Flandrin lends the mule, that will do it. Fernand has returned. Fernand has returned. I saw it. The bourgeois took his arm. Poor Boris. They have already lost Lucia.<br \/>\nThey can be proud. Their children are brave. And you think that will console them? You see, I must not<br \/>\ncomplain about it as a crude. And when it comes to matters of honor, we don&#8217;t<br \/>\nthink the same way. Adele, it&#8217;s romantic. My Adele, my love,<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want to worry you, but I must tell you<br \/>\nmy situation just in case. I don&#8217;t need<br \/>\nto ask you for forgiveness. I know you&#8217;ve already forgiven me. I swear I didn&#8217;t do anything wrong.<br \/>\nI still have hope. The flag. The flag is the homeland. The color, the<br \/>\nwhite color, is the&#8230; You don&#8217;t know your lesson, Pierrot.  Do you think this is how you<br \/>\nwill be worthy of our brave soldiers? Look at Boris, Fernand and Lucien,<br \/>\nwhat sacrifices they made. It was to defend<br \/>\nyou that they fought. Each of us belongs<br \/>\nfirst and foremost to the homeland. Those who do nothing<br \/>\nwill be considered shirkers and deserters. Is that understood?<br \/>\nOver to you, Momo. The flag. The flag is the homeland. The color white. Be good, I&#8217;ll be back. What&#8217;s going on? Is this my father?  Besides ?<br \/>\nNo, it&#8217;s Maurice Lacorre.  Is n&#8217;t that going to be my father? We received a letter yesterday. But, poor apple, that means nothing. Anyway, he&#8217;s not dead. Or maybe it&#8217;s not someone from here. For what ? Usually, when someone dies,<br \/>\nthe bell tolls, right? Yes, that&#8217;s true. My God.  Do you know why?<br \/>\nNo details. I&#8217;ve already been to the farm.<br \/>\nThe women are in shock. Momo should go home. You have to go home, Momo. This is your father. But he&#8217;s dead? It&#8217;s not possible. He can&#8217;t be dead. The bell has not tolled. Come on, be brave, Mom. Don&#8217;t worry, what&#8217;s wrong?<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s wrong? What&#8217;s wrong? I don&#8217;t know. They are talking. They are not. What is this ? Spot death. Careful, we put it in. Tell me, miss,<br \/>\nhow he died, his father. Miss, why did the bell ring? Open your notebooks, we&#8217;re going to do a dictation. What a shame. Poor us. Where is Mom? Mom. My God. Grandma, why did you take down Dad&#8217;s picture? Grandpa is dead too. You left him. Grandma, why didn&#8217;t he<br \/>\nring the bell for Dad?  Did they forget it? So eat your soup. And Grandma, when Grandpa died,<br \/>\nhow did you console yourself? I had to work. I didn&#8217;t have time for everyone. Since his grandfather was a brave man. He died for something.  I had to be<br \/>\nas brave as him. He had received a medal? Yes.<br \/>\nYou still have it, Dad, will he get a medal? Mom ? Thank you my moment,<br \/>\nbut nothing happens. You know, Mom, Dad, he didn&#8217;t die for one. So we have to<br \/>\nbe too I want him. THANKS. So, is there someone<br \/>\nwho died? Even for your son,<br \/>\nyou have no tears. Which son? Who is worthy.<br \/>\nEat, Mom.  You &#8216;ll have to help<br \/>\nwith the animals now. You should also get<br \/>\nup earlier. This is normal. I&#8217;m the man of the house now. It&#8217;s Pepe&#8217;s. But that&#8217;s in the meantime. I think as soon as yours<br \/>\narrives, I&#8217;ll bring it to you. Grandma, she&#8217;s been a little<br \/>\nweird lately.  It seems like she does<br \/>\nn&#8217;t want to believe you&#8217;re dead. Maybe it would be too much<br \/>\nof a pain for his old man. I have to treat myself a little. You know, it hurts me too. But as Miss Moreau says, you have to<br \/>\nbe sad, but you also have to be proud. Now I&#8217;m still very sad,<br \/>\nbut I&#8217;m proud of you too. I will come back here every day,<br \/>\neven if I have a lot of work. That way, we&#8217;ll still be together for<br \/>\na bit.  See you tomorrow. Momo, hurry up, we<br \/>\nhave to finish milking, then you can take the Auvergne cows. Really ?<br \/>\nAren&#8217;t you already in the field? That is to say, Adele?<br \/>\nI came to tell you&#8230; What? What&#8217;s up? I couldn&#8217;t come anymore. You know, I have my job.  There&#8217;s a shortage of men, I&#8217;m in<br \/>\ndemand everywhere. When I ask for the truth, rather. Come on, come on, what are you afraid of?<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re spending less now, is that it? I can&#8217;t anymore.<br \/>\nI came to tell you this, and that&#8217;s it. You&#8217;re no better than anyone else, Raymond.<br \/>\nCleared. Is Raymond leaving? He has work to do at home. What does it mean to spend?<br \/>\nNothing, nothing, it&#8217;s just a word. You know, Mom,<br \/>\nif I have to quit school, so be it. No, no, Momo, you will go. We&#8217;ll work it out. You will go find Fernand. But mom, Fernand, he only has one arm. I know, Momo, I know. Come on, hurry up.<br \/>\nCome on. Look, there&#8217;s the son of the chicken. What did you say?<br \/>\nSon of a wimp. Shut up, Gaillon. Deflated.<br \/>\nJoin the error, quickly! Quietly, children. Come on, let&#8217;s hurry.<br \/>\nSit down. Wait, Maurice, you can&#8217;t write<br \/>\nyour father&#8217;s name on the board. You understand, don&#8217;t you? Go to your place. Get out your notebooks, we&#8217;re going to do<br \/>\na math exercise. A 105mm cannon fired 270 shots in 1 hour 30 minutes. How many shots will it have fired in 8 hours,<br \/>\nknowing that the firing ceased for 2 hours 30 minutes? Little Lacor looks very sad.<br \/>\nSo you don&#8217;t know? For what ?<br \/>\nHis father was shot. This is not true.<br \/>\nSon of a shot man? He&#8217;s going to carry this all his life. Thank you Momo. What a pity! I&#8217;m no good for anything now. What are you going to do? The delivery man from my pension, for example.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re taking it easy on me. So, you won&#8217;t come and help us? Because Raymond can&#8217;t<br \/>\ncome anymore. We&#8217;re all alone now. And what do you want<br \/>\nme to do with that? Look at. I can&#8217;t even get<br \/>\nthis damn sign off my phone. I would have been better off staying there. But don&#8217;t say that, Fernand. You&#8217;re really pissed off<br \/>\ntoo, aren&#8217;t you? Fernand.  Do<br \/>\nyou know what my father did? Apparently he was shot. But what does shot mean? He was shot by the Germans? One<br \/>\nday I saw a guy brought in on a stretcher, his chest<br \/>\nlike a sieve, shot in the morning. He had stolen a chicken. Dad, he&#8217;s not a chicken thief. This is to tell you that people are shot<br \/>\nfor nothing sometimes. And why didn&#8217;t the bells<br \/>\nring for him? And why am I not allowed<br \/>\nto write his name on the board? And why do they all say<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s a chicken? He&#8217;s not a deserter, though. I know, sometimes<br \/>\nit&#8217;s not that you want to be a deserter, but&#8230; I&#8217;ve seen some, even brave ones who did<br \/>\nn&#8217;t want to go back to the slaughter or others who suddenly went crazy. There are even some who prefer to<br \/>\nshoot themselves directly. What&#8217;s happening there, even the dead,<br \/>\nlook, they&#8217;re still trembling. That&#8217;s not true.<br \/>\nMy father didn&#8217;t act like a chicken. Wait, Momo.<br \/>\nWait. Momo. My Adele, keep this letter to yourself. Don&#8217;t show it to Momo or the mother. I don&#8217;t want to make them despair,<br \/>\nbut I can tell you. This war is absurd. We lose more than half of the men. The happiest are the wounded. At least they&#8217;re going back. Their war cross, even if it was<br \/>\ngiven to me, I would not wear it. To die for one&#8217;s country<br \/>\nmay be beautiful, but the most beautiful thing is to live and be happy. No, no, no.<br \/>\nWhat are you doing ? Why not ?<br \/>\nHe is a coward, a defeatist. They did well to shoot him. Don&#8217;t ever talk to me like that about your father. Why are you defending him? You too will treat the homeland. Momo. Pass that on.<br \/>\nMomo. Momo. Maurice, panic. Momo, so big. Mr. Perfect. Perfect, Mr. Nice Guy. Future in the ground. Imperative, great. To die for the fatherland. To die for the fatherland. To die for the fatherland. To die for the fatherland. Patrick. Mom. I started to support myself like you. Today, I am still just a peasant. However, I feel<br \/>\nsorry for your misfortune. But for me, farms<br \/>\nare all I have. So, I was saying to myself,<br \/>\nwith what happened to Maurice, you didn&#8217;t take it badly, I&#8217;m not judging him. How he died is<br \/>\nnone of my business. But what concerns me<br \/>\nis how you will manage without a man now.<br \/>\nYes, I&#8217;m here. That&#8217;s good, Momo,<br \/>\nbut you don&#8217;t have the arms of a man yet. We will work more, then we will be helped.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s war for everyone. I&#8217;m not the only one who&#8217;s a widow. If you were a normal widow, yes. And then you could have<br \/>\nremarried in two or three years. You are a beautiful woman. But wife of a shot man, my poor Ad\u00e8le,<br \/>\nno man will want to come back into this house now. Anyway, I would never have<br \/>\nreplaced Maurice. That. Look, Raymond, he brought in<br \/>\nthe hay before the rain. Did he come? No. Now the hay is ruined. You can&#8217;t count on anyone anymore.  We&#8217;ve<br \/>\nbeen here for years.  There was drought, flooding. It&#8217;s much worse than one man less. And then, anyway, despite everything<br \/>\n, we always paid the rent. So we&#8217;ll manage just fine on our own. Still, there are some who would have<br \/>\nthrown you out overnight. Only I have a heart. So I thought of a solution<br \/>\nthat would fix everything. But, for that, on your side,<br \/>\nyou might also have to be nice. I won&#8217;t hurt you, Adele. I respect you too much for your word. We know your word.<br \/>\nWe don&#8217;t want it. Get out. This is a chance I&#8217;m giving you. And then, it&#8217;s sad to say, but<br \/>\none way or another, Maurice&#8217;s mistake will have to be paid for.<br \/>\nGet out of there. Easy, Lamarthe.<br \/>\nYou are at my home, here. So, see you soon. What do you mean, Jocelyn? My word. Pull to ask the mule where Flanders. Hey, Momo, what brings you here? Come and get the mule,<br \/>\nas you promised. It&#8217;s just that the mule is caught. Right now,<br \/>\nhe&#8217;s at the Berchots&#8217; house. And then others booked it. It&#8217;s too late now. Why did you say he<br \/>\ntook the mule? He&#8217;s in the stable, I saw him. That&#8217;s how it is and that&#8217;s it.<br \/>\nWe don&#8217;t have to. My father would have been better off<br \/>\nletting Pierre die in the barn. The same one, you should have lent it to him,<br \/>\nwe owed them that much. We owe nothing to those<br \/>\nwho bear shame. That&#8217;s how it is.<br \/>\nAnd that&#8217;s it. Why did you do this to us, Maurice? For what ? What will they all say? Is it over for the laces? You must not say no, you must stay.<br \/>\nWe stay. We will face them. This is our punishment. Hello Mrs. Margot. Could I have a<br \/>\nlittle flour, please? You&#8217;re not going to serve these<br \/>\npeople, when you think of all our dead and that there are some who are so cowardly.  They deserve to be shot. You are right. Come on, get the hell out, get the hell out. You are tarnishing the memory of our brave men.<br \/>\nYou cow. Get out. Slut.  Have<br \/>\nyou seen this fury? Get out of here, I&#8217;m calling the police. I&#8217;ll send myself some cream. Salche-chevique. You victim. Come on, Mom. How are you ?  Did n&#8217;t she hurt you? But what is it? I wasn&#8217;t going to let<br \/>\nyour father be insulted, was I? Your hair is all messed up. Mom ? Yes ? What does that mean, Bolshevitz? I don&#8217;t know. There are days when I&#8217;m so tired, I don&#8217;t even want to get up. I can finish on my own, if you want. I&#8217;m not talking about that. I don&#8217;t talk about work,<br \/>\non the contrary, that helps me. It&#8217;s just&#8230; It&#8217;s just that I miss my son so much. I want everyone to<br \/>\ntalk to me like we&#8217;re criminals. Fernand, there is Jocelyn. He wants to chase us away. Go to the town hall. As a widow, they owe you something. You have the right to it. This isn&#8217;t your fault. Hello Mr. Mayor. What can I<br \/>\ndo for you, Adele? These reports on widows&#8217; pensions.<br \/>\nCome in. It&#8217;s Wake Up. I would like to know how we do it. You see, pensions<br \/>\nare for the families of the real dead. Yes, it&#8217;s not a real dead man. Finally, Adele, understand well,<br \/>\nhe was not a natural death from the war, he was shot. So we will have nothing. Nothing at all. I&#8217;m sorry. I wouldn&#8217;t have done anything to you. You&#8217;re not well, my father, he&#8217;s a coward, a madman, a brother. Because of him, we will<br \/>\nbecome poor. You know, Momo, we can&#8217;t know. Maybe it&#8217;s not his fault. Yes, it&#8217;s his fault,<br \/>\nbecause heroes aren&#8217;t shot.  Do you know what a hero is? But listen to me, for God&#8217;s sake. I can say what a hero is. For example, if you take<br \/>\na bullet in my arm, you deserve it. If a shell kills you, you are brave. And if you cut it in half,<br \/>\nthen you&#8217;re a hero. It&#8217;s just a matter of luck. But maybe my father did<br \/>\nn&#8217;t even want to fight. And that means he didn&#8217;t give a<br \/>\ndamn about us. He had left to defend us,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s what he told me. He lied, he betrayed us. I wouldn&#8217;t want him to be my father. Quietly, please, boys. Sit down. Momo isn&#8217;t here? Grab your reading books, page 58. Momo, The Rabbits. Give me peace. Good morning. Come in, come in. I wasn&#8217;t expecting you.  Would you like a cup of coffee?<br \/>\nNo, thank you. I just came to get<br \/>\nnews of Maurice. He doesn&#8217;t want to leave his room anymore.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t know what to do. Can I talk to him? Yes of course. Momo, it&#8217;s Miss Moreau. Good morning. Good morning.<br \/>\nGood morning. Where does this medal come from? It&#8217;s my grandfather&#8217;s. He was a brave man. You know, Momo, you don&#8217;t have to<br \/>\nfeel guilty. What your father did is<br \/>\nnot your fault. Yes. Because of him, we bear shame. I wish I were dead too. But no, come on.<br \/>\nBut I know you are brave. Since your father left, you help<br \/>\nyour mother and you still come to school. That&#8217;s right. We must continue. But it is by being courageous that you<br \/>\nwill bring honor to your family. No, what he did is too serious. Look, I brought you some books. Hey, do you see this little \u00c9mile? For giving water to a wounded<br \/>\nFrenchman, he was shot by the Germans. I&#8217;m not asking for that much. But being wise and working well<br \/>\nis already serving France. If you are worthy of your duty,<br \/>\neveryone will forget your father&#8217;s fault and<br \/>\nonly your own courage will be seen. It&#8217;s true ?  Do you think I&#8217;d lie to you? No.<br \/>\nSo, are we in agreement?  Are you coming back to school? Yes, miss. That&#8217;s good, Momo.<br \/>\nSo, see you tomorrow. See you tomorrow, miss. Dear General Geoffre, I am 12 years old and I want to serve my country. Say, Adele, one more day and<br \/>\nthe wheat would have all lain flat. What&#8217;s the point of working like this? Soon we will know where.<br \/>\nWe will be there. Even if everyone<br \/>\ncomes to help us. What makes you say that, Friton? I will commit.<br \/>\nI wrote to the General. I&#8217;ll show them. Say anything.<br \/>\nWell, what? Miss Moreau,<br \/>\nshe gave me books with children going to war. There are heroes who are not even ten years old.<br \/>\nCome on, do a little, eh. You would hear from me, yes. You never understand anything anyway. Above all, apply yourself carefully. This lint will serve<br \/>\nto think about our poor wounded. Come in. It&#8217;s very important what<br \/>\nyou do. How do you do it? Miss Moreau, I&#8217;m sorry. Is this Emile? My deepest condolences. Is this a letter from the army?<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the marshal. Is the Marshal writing to you? That&#8217;s not true. I&#8217;m not too small.  Do you see, Maurice, what you have done? Without you, the little one, he&#8217;s<br \/>\ngoing through all the trouble. Sit down. Courage, my little Jean. Let us pause for a moment<br \/>\nfor our dead. Today I received news<br \/>\nfrom your teacher, Mr. Haumont. He was gassed in Ypres, near<br \/>\nthe Belgian border, but is doing better. He will be demobilized. He will resume his duties<br \/>\nhere next week. So these are my last<br \/>\ndays among you. I will miss you very much. But what are you<br \/>\ngoing to do, miss?  Are you going to be appointed elsewhere? I promise I wo<br \/>\nn&#8217;t forget you. We don&#8217;t forget our first class. We won&#8217;t forget you either<br \/>\n, miss. Thank you, my little Jean. But then, Momo, where are you running off to like that? He is Jean Gaillon&#8217;s father,<br \/>\nhe is dead. So what are you going to do?<br \/>\nI will commit. Shouldn&#8217;t we think that a Gaillon is<br \/>\nbetter than a connection?  Are n&#8217;t you a bit of a pain in the ass, are you? Well no, I&#8217;m almost mine now. Because you think they<br \/>\n&#8216;ll take you?  Have you seen yourself? Or like three cocks on their knees<br \/>\nin a field of balls, they&#8217;ll send you back quickly, yes. And there, your mother, I am<br \/>\nnot what she will put on you. Little jerk. This train, sir, where is it going?<br \/>\nGo ahead. There is the Ah, how are you, my Arthur? You can say that. But tell me, why are<br \/>\nyou so interested? Well, I&#8217;m trying to be helpful. It&#8217;s war,<br \/>\neveryone has to get involved. You&#8217;re a good little guy. There we are finished, the train is about to leave,<br \/>\nbut you can come back tomorrow. Yeah.<br \/>\nGo two far then. Fernand, haven&#8217;t you seen Momo?<br \/>\nHe didn&#8217;t come back. Yes. Where does that come from?<br \/>\nThere. He went towards the station.  Did he go to the station?  Do n&#8217;t worry, he won&#8217;t go far. He&#8217;ll be back tonight,<br \/>\ntail between his legs.  It seems like you don&#8217;t know him, yes. Wait Adele, I&#8217;m coming. Wait for me. Excuse me, sir, haven&#8217;t you seen a kid up there<br \/>\nlike that, looking like a gourmet? No, there&#8217;s no one there. There was a kid who was hanging around,<br \/>\nasking about trains. And where is he?<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t tell you that. Since the supply train<br \/>\nleft, I can&#8217;t help him. Where did this train go?<br \/>\nIn Arras. And this one?  The<br \/>\nsame. Okay, I&#8217;m going. Adele, the forehead is vast.<br \/>\nThis is my son. I know it well there.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll bring it back to you, I tell you. Come on, little children of France, it&#8217;s time to hold your nose. We are talking about suffering, it is up to<br \/>\nyou to remember, it is up to you to remember. Oh hearts, children,<br \/>\nThis is not the lesson. Never. I&#8230; La Foula, to hear it, shares falls of breakthrough of desire. We are making the West. We are taking the wheel. The men are exhausted. A taxi. We are in the process of removing<br \/>\nsurveillance. We came to help you. Okay, I think the moment<br \/>\nis over, you have to put it back in. I hope so. But what are you doing here? Go get me some brandy instead,<br \/>\nthere&#8217;s nothing left to sleep on. Where, madam? Oh, but in the kitchen, you&#8217;re apart, I said. Where are the kitchens? Oh, but what a clumsy one,<br \/>\nthat one in the castle. Go ahead, hurry up,<br \/>\nyou say it&#8217;s for Fran\u00e7oise. Quick, go. Sir, sir, we need<br \/>\nlamb, it&#8217;s for the operation. And there, where do you come from first?<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s Fran\u00e7oise You&#8217;re the one who told me. Lamb, lamb,<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s funny, as if I had barrels of it. With the supplies not arriving,<br \/>\nthe trains are getting wrecked. What do you give them, me,<br \/>\nthe men of the relief? It&#8217;s for surgery, sir. It&#8217;s okay, it&#8217;s okay. Julien, go get two chaupines.  How long has it been since you&#8217;ve eaten? Since yesterday at noon, sir. Go ahead, don&#8217;t serve. And tell us a little while we laugh. How are you? Okay.<br \/>\nAnd you got here? By train, sir, with the hay. And what did you come to do?<br \/>\nI will fight. I&#8217;ll punch them in the face<br \/>\nif a sausage is good.  Do you hear that, Jeanneau? The little shit, he came to<br \/>\nqueue up to die. And your father, is he<br \/>\nin the adventure room too? He&#8217;s dead, sir. In the field of honor. Well, here you are, give it to me. Fran\u00e7oise, what are<br \/>\nyou doing with the log? You put it at the bottom there.<br \/>\nYou come and help me. Come on.<br \/>\nBut he&#8217;s a dick. Yeah, so let&#8217;s go. Go ahead, it&#8217;s not strong. There you go, that&#8217;s good. It&#8217;s good, it&#8217;s good there. So, he&#8217;s the German? What&#8217;s wrong with him?<br \/>\nHe took a hell of a beating. So much the better. Can we talk? Okay, that&#8217;s enough, I&#8217;m going to cut the boot.  Do you understand French?<br \/>\nHe is not in a condition. Who are you talking about? The general staff has been<br \/>\nasking us for a prisoner for a long time. Karl Schuler.<br \/>\nIs that your name? Name of your company. Name of department. You were taken prisoner near our<br \/>\nlines, are you looking for information? Spy. You are preparing a body offensive.<br \/>\nEngrief, go. No, otherwise I&#8217;ll let him die. Spy, I freaked out. Stop, Lieutenant, he&#8217;s passed out. Look how young he is. How are you. Give it to him on board and then<br \/>\nbring him a blanket. Poor less, the doctor.<br \/>\nHurry up. Come on, quick, quick. Stop, you&#8217;re making me dizzy. He&#8217;ll come back, Momo. Where do you want him to go? SO ? My God, the lieutenant,<br \/>\nhe did well to leave him, the log? He didn&#8217;t deserve so much pity.  If I were him, I would have killed him. But would I have<br \/>\ndone well, my God? Don&#8217;t you want to answer me like usual? I don&#8217;t care. But my God,<br \/>\neven if you don&#8217;t want to answer me, can you<br \/>\nprotect me a little? Because I&#8217;m a little scared anyway. At your command, General. We note that of the 77th,<br \/>\ndeparture in an hour. Come on, let&#8217;s hurry. Don&#8217;t go there. Get the hell out. Get the hell out. You&#8217;re all going to die there.  Do n&#8217;t just stand there, get ready.  That&#8217;s<br \/>\nit. They are desperately needed, we&#8217;ve had enough.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s not human, Lieutenant. We&#8217;re going to the slaughterhouse<br \/>\nand they know it up there. There are already three men under arrest, do<br \/>\nyou want to join them? Come on, let&#8217;s hurry.<br \/>\nWho What does that mean at the stops? Another hole, in prison, if you prefer. They will be court-martialed. We will judge them.<br \/>\nWhat did they do? I don&#8217;t know.  Are<br \/>\nthey going to be shot? There is a chance, yes. We&#8217;ll have to get<br \/>\nthose fucking bosses. We&#8217;re not going to stop now after<br \/>\nall we&#8217;ve been through, are we? You&#8217;re right, Marcel. Sir, my name is Momo. I&#8217;m coming with you. What does the little shit want from me? I don&#8217;t have room for blouses here. I want to fight in my father&#8217;s place. I want to go with you.  Are n&#8217;t you a little young for the next generation? Do<br \/>\nyou at least know what&#8217;s going on there? I&#8217;ll tell you, so you<br \/>\ncan tell it as if you were there. Come see. You see, at night,<br \/>\nnoise, fire everywhere. You&#8217;re lying on the floor with<br \/>\nmud up to your neck. You are so faint from fatigue that you<br \/>\nhear a legal pee from the non-commissioned officer. Only you better open<br \/>\nthe hatches because if you stay down there, you&#8217;re good for the pole. They don&#8217;t do details, you know. They don&#8217;t want to know if it&#8217;s because<br \/>\nof the machine gun fire that you did n&#8217;t hear the orders. You can&#8217;t sleep anyway. There are rats that eat your<br \/>\ntoes when it&#8217;s not the maggots that tumble down the stains on top. Then, all of a sudden, there&#8217;s the assault.<br \/>\nAnd there, everywhere, there&#8217;s bleeding meat. The little Breton who gave you<br \/>\nSamy&#8217;s address, just in case. There&#8217;s this head rolling 10 meters away. When all the guys are interested in drinking<br \/>\ntheir blood, then they give them their wish. You think you&#8217;re out of the woods. Except the guy<br \/>\nin front of you, there, bam. Hands, choices, mouth,<br \/>\nnose, everything is gone. Only his eyes remain. His throat hisses<br \/>\nas if he wants to talk to you. I slipped him a piece of paper<br \/>\nwith my pencil.  Do you know what struck him? I owe Coutard 300 francs. He is dead. So, do you still want to hear about it? Well, what?<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not a wimp. For section 1, in command. Front guard. Arms on the shoulder, right. Forward, march. Stop. And you, kid, come here. How old are you? 16 years old, sir.<br \/>\nThey say my lieutenant. If you&#8217;re 16, then I&#8217;m<br \/>\nready to retire. Soldier Lleuzard. At your command, my lieutenant.<br \/>\nTake him to HQ. Good, my lieutenant.<br \/>\nBut I want to fight. Let me go, Lieutenant.<br \/>\nCome on. Let me go.<br \/>\nGo! Go! Go. Ahead.<br \/>\nWalk. Marcel, Marcel, tell them I<br \/>\nwant to go and fight. I want to go fight. I remind you of<br \/>\nGeoffre&#8217;s words, Sergeant. A troop that can no longer advance will have to<br \/>\nhold the ground it has conquered at all costs and be killed on the spot<br \/>\nrather than retreat. I have to enforce orders. My general,<br \/>\nall three are family pairs, not to mention that they were drawn by lot. I know them, they are not cowards. Their section retreated<br \/>\nwithout order and in any way. As a result, the Germans<br \/>\ntook three prisoners. General, they could<br \/>\nn&#8217;t do otherwise.  To continue was suicide. General &#8211; Thank you, Sergeant.<br \/>\nWhat is this? Lieutenant Rousseau, there,<br \/>\nlost in the He wanted to go to the front. I will serve France, my Lieutenant.<br \/>\nThey say my General. How old are you? No lie. Twelve years, General.<br \/>\nFinding.  Do you think war<br \/>\nis a game? I don&#8217;t care, me,<br \/>\nunenlightened like you. You would have been better off staying home<br \/>\nto help your family, that&#8217;s where you belong. Now I&#8217;ll have to<br \/>\nfind some territorials to take you. Shit! In the meantime, fine,<br \/>\nkeep it for me in the kitchen, come on. Good evening, Nad\u00e8ge. In the village they said you<br \/>\nare sick, so I came. It pains me to see you like this, but the little one will come back all right, come on. So, have you thought about<br \/>\nmy proposal? I was already thinking about it last time. Come on, Ladelle, don&#8217;t ask for<br \/>\nmuch, just a little comfort. And since I promise you that you can<br \/>\nstay here with the old woman and the kid. With your reputation, now<br \/>\nmy proposal is a real gift. Tuites once a week. No, no. You can&#8217;t imagine<br \/>\nhow much I thought of you. Let me go. Seeing you with Maurice<br \/>\ndrove me crazy. Let me go. Slut. You&#8217;ll regret it. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Momo, here, go take the soup to the log. I don&#8217;t serve a log, me. Here, we don&#8217;t argue, we obey. Brat, go. Hey, Yung-E. Carl. You ? I want to know what was done to me? Ingrid, my dear friend. H\u00e4ttest du den Brief abschicken? This is for Ingrid.<br \/>\nLet us not love. All right. I&#8217;m counting on you. To condemn them, General,<br \/>\nwhat are the instructions? The pardon is refused. The execution will take place tomorrow at dawn. And what about the platoon, General? Take men who don&#8217;t know them . What are you doing here?<br \/>\nLet&#8217;s go. Come on, go.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s true that they&#8217;re going to be shot. What did they do?<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s none of your business. File. Come on. Gently.<br \/>\nAttention. Haven&#8217;t you seen Marcel? Hey, haven&#8217;t you seen Marcel?  Do you know why<br \/>\nwe&#8217;re going to shoot them? To cheer them up,<br \/>\nyou didn&#8217;t go. Our others too, at the same time. Almost every day<br \/>\nnow they pass them around. They need examples, it seems. Examples of what? Examples. To make others<br \/>\nwant to get the hell out of here. It must be said, it&#8217;s so roguish<br \/>\ndown there in the holes, that there are some who run away,<br \/>\nothers who tear off a hand willingly to avoid going there. Then there are the innocent<br \/>\nwho are examples for nothing. What are you doing ? I want to see the prisoners.<br \/>\nAnd for what purpose? It&#8217;s my business. Here, listen. It&#8217;s for the prisoners. Order of the general. I&#8217;m waiting here for the bowls. Can you write? You could write for me:<br \/>\nMy hand is shaking. THANKS. Maria, my dear wife,<br \/>\nYvon, my beloved son. An injustice has singled us out, me and two<br \/>\nother comrades, for execution. I swear that I have always done my<br \/>\nduty and that I die innocent. Sorry for all the worry<br \/>\nthis is going to cause you. Over there, at home, we won&#8217;t understand. And everyone will think I&#8217;m a coward. I swear I wasn&#8217;t. But what we experience here,<br \/>\nno one has any idea. My beloved,<br \/>\nI release you from the word you gave me to love me always. You are young and beautiful. If you find a good husband, take him,<br \/>\nbut on condition that he is also good for our Yvon. Yvon, my child,<br \/>\ndo not bend your back because your father was shot. Walk with your head held high and your gaze straight. Farewell my wife, farewell my son. Keep me in good memories. And when you think of me, sing.<br \/>\nSing. I love you, Dad. THANKS.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re a good little guy. Don&#8217;t give the letter to the vagabond. The shirkers censored it for me. Sit there in the back. It&#8217;s still something<br \/>\nto see you tricking your own people. You see? I want one more from the generous than from the log. Come on, don&#8217;t just stand there. The orderly will wonder what<br \/>\nyou have. You&#8217;re so happy. Can I see it? Yes, but it&#8217;s over for him. Carl. Carl. Look at. Piece. One hand. The coin in the hand. I&#8217;ll bring her here. Magic breath.<br \/>\nThe coin has disappeared. And she reappears here.<br \/>\nMarcel? I thought you were dead. No, you know you&#8217;re<br \/>\nnot near my voice. SO ? Well, the condemned men<br \/>\nwill be shot tomorrow. I know. A real mess. You know,<br \/>\nthey shot my father too. I know. Colotteau, attention. On behalf of the French people, Corporal Armand, second class, Vytrac, second class, Deleumeu. Having been declared guilty of lack<br \/>\nof fighting spirit in the face of the enemy, they must be executed<br \/>\nimmediately, in accordance with the judgment rendered by the court martial. Platoon, at my command. Presented. Good morning. Long live France. Fernand? Fernand? Momo, you little bastard,<br \/>\nyou don&#8217;t deserve to get rusty. Finally, thank God, I found you. Because you know your mother.<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s wrong with her? What&#8217;s wrong with her?<br \/>\nNothing, nothing at all. She&#8217;s just likely<br \/>\nto die of grief. Come on, let&#8217;s go home.<br \/>\nWait, wait just a minute. Marcel! Marcel, I&#8217;m going home. This is my mother. It&#8217;s better this way, kiddo. So, goodbye, Marcel. Goodbye, Mom. Hey, kid. You&#8217;re going back to being a man now. All right ? So, Momo, have you already lost your virginity to the war now? Well, I did<br \/>\nn&#8217;t really see the war.  Do you want to go back maybe? Well no, I didn&#8217;t see it,<br \/>\nbut now I know it. Your father knew it too.  Do you know anything about my father?  Eh ? Yes. While I was looking for you,<br \/>\nI came across his captain. What did he tell you? Apparently this is a mistake.<br \/>\nBut did he tell you why? How did it go? Yes, yes, of course. It is said that he fell into a<br \/>\nshell hole and could not get out. So what? And then when we found him,<br \/>\nwe said he had hidden there, when it was just that he had<br \/>\nn&#8217;t been able to get out. That&#8217;s stupid, Fernand. You could have found something else. It&#8217;s true, I&#8217;m just an idiot. Don&#8217;t worry, it&#8217;s for me, Fernand. That my father is dead,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s not what matters. Because he&#8217;s still my father. I will never lower humans again. But it&#8217;s little Lacorbe. So, Momo, is it true<br \/>\nthat you were going to the front? What do you think,<br \/>\nMr. Mayor? He didn&#8217;t knit his uniform<br \/>\nhimself. So, everything is beaten. If I hadn&#8217;t been there to stop<br \/>\nhim, he, all by himself, would have made the border with his chest. The living band of France. When he advanced,<br \/>\nhe enlarged the homeland. And when I arrived, the general<br \/>\nAnd when no one congratulated him. And the kid, not proud of himself, told him<br \/>\nthat he had only done his duty. If he came back,<br \/>\nit was only to see his mother. Because he&#8217;s a good son too. So I say: To Momo&#8217;s health. Mom. Mom. My little. My little. You are here now. Everything is fine. Sorry, Mom. I was so scared. Everything is fine. Everything is fine. And how many pockets have you killed? And did you go to the brothel?<br \/>\nHave you seen Geoffre? And the same thing, in the trenches, there&#8217;s a refreshment<br \/>\nbar every 50 meters, is that true? But, but it&#8217;s okay. It&#8217;s okay, leave him alone.<br \/>\nRespect. You talk about respect. He&#8217;s just a show-off and a liar. He probably did<br \/>\nn&#8217;t even get to the bottom of it. But it&#8217;s Mr. Where is? Yeah, he came back right after<br \/>\nMiss Moreau left. It&#8217;s a shock to see him like this. But he says that compared to others,<br \/>\nhe didn&#8217;t do too badly. Hello children.<br \/>\nGood morning. Go for it. Come in. For today&#8217;s dictation,<br \/>\nI have chosen an excerpt from Jean Jaur\u00e8s&#8217; speech to the youth.  Does anyone know who Jaur\u00e8s was? He was a traitor, sir. He didn&#8217;t want to go to war. We&#8217;ll talk about it again. Courage today<br \/>\nis not about keeping the cloud of war hanging over the world. Courage is seeking<br \/>\nthe truth and telling it. It is not to submit to the law of the<br \/>\ntriumphant lie that passes and not to echo with our mouths,<br \/>\nour souls and our hands the<br \/>\nimbecilic applause and the fanatical boos. What do you mean Jaur\u00e8s? It&#8217;s about seeking the truth, even if it&#8217;s<br \/>\nnot what everyone says. Good, Maurice. So today we<br \/>\nare going to perform an act of courage. We are going to remove an injustice. There is a name missing from the table. Who can say with someone who has the attitude<br \/>\nthat this is not the name of a good soldier? Who is certain of knowing the truth? Here, Maurice. Go write your father&#8217;s name. Does anyone object? No.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nJuin 1914, Momo est un gar\u00e7on de douze ans qui fait la fiert\u00e9 de ses parents dans le petit village o\u00f9 il habite. La guerre \u00e9clate, son p\u00e8re Maurice est mobilis\u00e9, laissant sa femme et son fils s\u2019occuper seuls de la ferme. <\/p>\n<p>\u270b les meilleurs t\u00e9l\u00e9films et s\u00e9ries TV, c\u2019est ici \ud83d\udc49 https:\/\/bit.ly\/2Uh5Hgq \ud83d\udc48 Abonnez vous ! \ud83d\ude4f<\/p>\n<p>Au printemps 1915, on vient annoncer la mort de Maurice, fusill\u00e9 pour d\u00e9sertion. La honte s\u2019abat sur la famille, abandonn\u00e9e de tous. Momo, d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9, veut s\u2019engager sur le front pour laver l\u2019infamie de son p\u00e8re. <\/p>\n<p>Mont\u00e9 clandestinement dans un train en partance vers l\u2019Artois, il se retrouve au milieu de soldats pr\u00e8s d\u2019un h\u00f4pital de campagne. Il y d\u00e9couvre la terrible r\u00e9alit\u00e9 de la guerre et se retrouve t\u00e9moin d\u2019une ex\u00e9cution de poilus \u00abpour l\u2019exemple\u00bb, ce m\u00eame sort injuste que connut son p\u00e8re. Lucide, Momo sait d\u00e9sormais que ce dernier, s\u2019il n\u2019est pas mort en h\u00e9ros, ne l\u2019a pas \u00e9t\u00e9 non plus dans le d\u00e9shonneur.<\/p>\n<p>Avec :<br \/>\nOscar COPP<br \/>\nJean Michel NOIREY<br \/>\nCarole RICHERT<br \/>\nAnnie GIRARDOT<br \/>\nJean Louis FOULQUIER<br \/>\nC\u00e9sar DOMBOY<\/p>\n<p>R\u00e9alisateur : Thierry BINISTI<br \/>\nAuteur : Nadine LERMITE<br \/>\nProduction : RASPAIL<br \/>\n\u00a9  RASPAIL &#8211; 2004<br \/>\nFILM AND PICTURE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Allons Petits Enfants &#8211; T\u00e9l\u00e9film Complet &#8211; Drame Historique &#8211; Oscar COPP, Jean Michel NOIREY<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":1842144,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[593415],"tags":[948239,948240,948241,948971,135,948968,948967,948970,948972,948956,948962,948961,948960,948955,948973,948958,948963,948969,948966,948965,877052,133039,948964,948954,948951,948953,948957,948959,948952,948974,4514,9,30213],"class_list":{"0":"post-1842143","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-2025-summer","8":"tag-2025-summer","9":"tag-2025-summer-anime","10":"tag-948241","11":"tag-allons-petits-enfant","12":"tag-anime","13":"tag-annie-girardot","14":"tag-carole-richert","15":"tag-cesar-domboy","16":"tag-drame-historique","17":"tag-film-comedie","18":"tag-film-complet-en-francais-2023","19":"tag-film-complet-en-francais-action","20":"tag-film-complet-en-francais-comedie","21":"tag-film-francais","22":"tag-film-guerre-mondiale","23":"tag-film-police","24":"tag-generation-television","25":"tag-jean-louis-foulquier","26":"tag-jean-michel-noirey","27":"tag-oscar-copp","28":"tag-sand-land-the-series","29":"tag-stream-tv","30":"tag-stream-tv-channel","31":"tag-telefilm-complet","32":"tag-telefilm-francais","33":"tag-telefilm-france-2","34":"tag-telefilm-m6","35":"tag-telefilm-policier","36":"tag-telefilm-tf1","37":"tag-ww1-film","38":"tag-ww2","39":"tag-9","40":"tag-30213"},"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1842143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1842143"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1842143\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1842144"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1842143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1842143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wacoca.com\/anime\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1842143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}