My husband insists I watch it.
It's a testament to the horror and futility of war.
It honors the vets and the human toll of needless violence.
It's very literary! Two of the main characters in it are soldier writers.
History can't be swept under the rug!
Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
You can't watch nothing but Glee, Arlaina.
But all day, all I can think of is that scene where the creepy guy is tossing pebbles into the dead Japanese soldier's skull and that horrible noise they made when the hit the brain slosh. Until I'm so depressed I can hardly stand it.
In other news... Days to May of Mayhem: 6