That pretty young Afghan boy with the big eyes pondering why we decided to take the humanitarian route, that decidedly 'brown' Arab kid practicing
our words; think about that.
Those
villagers helping Marky Mark were cool and made sense, as did the inevitable military
brotherhood tripe – which is probably indubitably accurate.
Hollywood
personalizing the soldiers with enhanced peccadillos was obvious, so too was
the call for more hardware on the ground and in the air (subtext: it all could’ve
been avoided given more "defense" contracts).
But really, the movie was all about the importance of making an
impression upon the next generation of our enemies’ doormats.
Those few hero marines who perished in combat because they followed the rules of engagement wouldn’t
want to be thought of as martyrs, except to their loved ones (by whom they inevitably will
be). They were just doing their jobs, obeying the directive of their commander-in chief.
Because they’re Frogmen – Hoo-rah! Maybe they were even actually cowards come
crunchtime, who knows, who cares? There’s no declassified evidence regarding
any of this shit. But that wouldn’t make
for such a saleable story. Hey, at least they
put themselves there, which is more
than one can say for the 99%.
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