Just finished The Terminal List, really enjoyed it. No spoilers but that ending; fuck me right in the feels.
Had to give it up. I tried. The first firefight did it for me. I can watch certain war movies, others make me too uncomfortable. Nighttime, tripwires, ambush, multiple casualties, withdraw under fire to helicopter extract…that was April 24 1971 for me.
Don’t mean to sound dramatic. It wasn’t a crisis. It was just that I wanted to be somewhere else. Wife saw me fidgeting, kept getting up to mess around in the kitchen. She knows the signs. So we switched to season two, Stranger Things.
Apocalypse Now didn’t bother me. WW2 movies don’t bother me. I thought Platoon was a fucking joke. We Were Soldiers—the book—caused me angst but I forced myself to finish it out of respect. Some things just hit me. I’ve dealt with it for 50 years.
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