I'm looking forward to seeing the movie someday. I own the book but I want to see Eastwood's version first. I am nervous about seeing it in a theater because of a powerful experience I had when I went to the opening night of Saving Private Ryan. There was a group of 10 or so WWII vets in their VFW gear sitting in front of me. Many of them openly cried at different times throughout the movie. It was a truly overwhelming. 50 years later and these guys were instantly 18-25 year old's again. Half of the theater lined up to thank them after the show. Nobody had a dry eye. That has stuck with me through the years and it gives me an uneasy feeling. I'm glad I was part of it and had the ability to look into their eyes and thank them for their service but it is also haunting.
The following weekend, I asked my Grandfather, who served under Montgomery in North Africa and Italy if I could take him to see it. He said, "I don't want to see that shit. I see it every god damn night."
My brother in law was an infantry sniper in Iraq during Desert storm and has never mentioned any particulars about the job other than he and his spotter were assigned to a spook with "a list". We talk about military stuff all the time but I don't ask about his personal experiences. I learned not to from my Grandfather. He doesn't share, I understand. I sent him movie passes so they could go see it, he'll take the kids to see Strange Magic instead. He's definitely a been there, done that guy.
War is hell, then, now and tomorrow.
I didn't serve. I wish I would have but my path was to met a girl in college and have my kid, with her. I avoid getting caught up in military mudslinging on the micro level like in this thread. I've learned the micro is a bad place, reserved for those who have survived it.
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