Re: Saving Private Ryan
I know nothing about war. I was technically in one, but never fired my weapons, came under enemy fire, or felt in personal danger (or even physical discomfort) at any time. But one incident brought it all back home to me.
On Thanksgiving Day, 1968, I was sitting on the fantail of my destroyer eating a delicious turkey and all the fixin's holiday dinner off a paper plate. My buddy sat on the deck next to me and pointed at the unseen shore, twenty miles to our west.
"You know, Charlie's out there, squatting in the bush right now, eating a bowl of rice."