Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Heroes. He Rose. Heal rows.

That feeling. That feeling that you inexplicably and suddenly had had the civilian responsibility, on which you're convinced that if you hadn't done so who would, in this brief moment, spur of the moment of looking out for each other; we can be heroes in our own little ways after all - "Is that tub of popcorn trash? Let me get that for you."

You do this because what you have witnessed, the true story of four (4) US Navy SEALs, including those who tried to rescue them, brings to the front and center the nature, crucial nature of what and who to protect, that is ideally everyone, whatever color and racial origin. The little gesture is a thank you to those whom we can still do this.

"Suck. It. Up. You're a fucking frogman!"

Lone Survivor is one of the many films that raises the flag of America in us; land of the free and home of the brave. Truly powerful, awing words in the national anthem indelible and imponderable (that which you needn't to be in the military, to have to go to war to be deemed 'brave'; hence bravery is imponderable). Besides the point, however, those who have served the country and are serving the country could've might as well ensnared an American eagle, plucked one of its majestic plumage, dipped it into their own self-induced slit arm, and finally have, although while painful it too is an act of sheer commitment, written the Star-Spangled Banner onto a surface with their own blood.

"If I die, tell my wife I love her."

Emotions were a minefield: one for Hirsch, one for Kitsch, Foster (above), Bana, and Ludwig. Each is uniquely designed to explode with a unique repercussion in both the mind and body, and ultimately the soul. And they didn't go off in one succession either, no sir. Russovoir had wished it had been the case, to save chronic fit of vicarious suffering; so it would've been just a big, isolated pain. It was, however, as uniquely designed each is, specially a physical strain, incremental at a sporadic. US Navy SEAL Marcus Luttrell, the last man standing - lone survivor, as if the whole operation had had been a Hunger Games for the purpose of full disclosure should one decides to join, sure he and his men failed Operation Red Wings, not that it wasn't a big deal nor we wanted it to happen, but it happened, and the silver lining here is, and Russovoir shamefully admits it was once a shot in the dark, funny how God finally casts a light on this matter through one man's tale, that not all of Afghanistan is barren.

Marcus Luttrell and Mohammed Gulab. Pashtunwali.
  

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