This is the kind of movie I wish they would show in history classes. It's been a while since I bemoaned the rose-colored glasses my countrymen wish to keep on whenever they view this war. I guess not taking care of my war-torn boys every day helps me keep it in the back of my mind more too. I think it still holds true, and I'm sure fit from WWI to the present conflict. I can't really remember how many of my boys talked about wanting to die, or asked me to help them die. I wonder how many of them still think that way. I know some of them have taken care of it themselves since returning to the US. It's all part of the game, but people don't want to see that ugly side, most times. The death count is the worst they're willing to deal with. That hasn't changed in the past 6 years. Maybe if more films were made (and watched) like this one, people might get it? That being said, I've never watched the film. I've yet to find it somewhere. It should be in my queue when I manage to get Netflix set up...
In a morbid way, this has always been one of my favorite Metallica songs.
A purely selfish side note on Apocalyptica: Cellos=sexy Men in leather pants=sexy Men in leather pants rocking out on cellos=salivation-inducing!
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Date: 2008-08-20 12:07 am (UTC)In a morbid way, this has always been one of my favorite Metallica songs.
A purely selfish side note on Apocalyptica:
Cellos=sexy
Men in leather pants=sexy
Men in leather pants rocking out on cellos=salivation-inducing!