We went to watch “Lone Survivor” with our group today. I drove the car and arrived after everyone was already seated. (I had to go get prescriptions and am now in the habit of having my own transportation just “in case” I have a bout of exploding diarrhea – I know, gross right?!)
The movie was intense! It was about a team of four soldiers (Seal and SAR team) that get pinned down in the mountains of Afghanistan during a mission to kill a target of the US terrorist “Wanted” list. The sound effects and extreme situations that the team faced is incomprehensible. There was one survivor thanks to an Afghan village that was willing to fight the Taliban in order to protect one person.
It made me cry and feel so much empathy for our soldiers and the things that they faced, or their brothers faced. As I looked around at our guys, they had their arms crossed tightly, slid down farther in their seats – and all in the theater sat silently as the names of the team who have given the ultimate sacrifice were displayed on the screen. Then they clapped, slowly and deliberately.
As we stood outside the the theater in the concession area, we met Romeo’s family. His wife had taken the kids to a “g” rated film. Her first instinct was to approach me and ask how the movie was.
“I was worried about the after effects,” she said.
“He may need some quiet time.”
“I’m getting very stoned.” Romeo said to her.
“Very real sound effects.” “Intense.” “Pretty crazy.” Others chimed in.
A stranger approached Shawn and said “I was there, not the one you were, but I was there.” He shook Shawn’s hand and gave him the “common bond” look. Clearly a Vietnam Vet.
It never fails to impress upon me the absolute brotherhood of our military members. The sacrifice of every one of them, the loss of brothers and sisters they would have died to protect.