Bastogne 

My dad and I have been watching Band of Brothers. It’s always unsettling to watch war films and shows, but this series in particular has been difficult. It does a fine job of drawing out every aspect of war: the training, the nerves, the courage, the cowardice, the companionship, the absurdity, the sacrifice. The hardest part, of course, is watching people die.

I hate that the “glamour of war” is inevitable, in some ways. News headlines about glory and bravery, films highlighting the allure of guns and weaponry. Try staring at a young face all bruised and bloodied and disfigured and dead. How do you see any glamour in that? 

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