What I Took Away and Then Some

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I’m stepping out of my comfort zone here. I normally don’t write anything political or about war or conflicts between nations, states or parties. But having seen Lone Survivor moved me in such a way that I feel compelled to share what I took away after watching the movie in tears with my husband and someone else (who has asked to remain anonymous).

The audience in the theater was silent during the entire show. The movie was tense, almost unbearable, while I squirmed and gasped holding my husband’s hand tightly. These Navy SEALs were brave men, tough men, a man’s man. They lived hard, fought hard, died hard. We know by the title that only one of these men lived to tell their incredible story. But here’s what I took away …

At the end, as I watched the credits and some actual footage of these men, a stark reality hit me. The video showed segments of these real men interacting, laughing and engaging in tender moments. They wed, danced with their bride, held their newborn. I witnessed a new bride kissing her husband over and over with crumbs of wedding cake on her face, mingled with tears streaming down. At that moment she is living her dream.

These soldiers who died were someone’s son, brother, uncle, boyfriend, fiancé, husband, father. I wondered about the women left behind and to suffer in silence. We don’t hear much about them: Left behind is the torn heart of a woman who loved a soldier. Her heart aches and bleeds, paying the price of loving someone whom she has had to share with strangers while he fought for their country. I pray she finds comfort and strength knowing that her courageous solider didn’t die in vain.

And lastly, while walking to our cars, the one who had joined us to watch Lone Survivor with tears in his own eyes said, “I learned a hard lesson tonight. I would’ve killed the goat herders originally. And then when I saw what the man and the boy did for Marcus — even though it put their lives and the villages in jeopardy — I was convicted. They did the right thing. It wasn’t the easy thing.”

And those words moved me more than anything …

© M.A. Perez 2014, All Rights Reserved

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12 responses to “What I Took Away and Then Some

  1. Your perspective is heart touching. Yes, what about those who are left behind, wives, children, parents, siblings, friends? War is sad. And wouldn’t it be wonderful to never have another.

  2. A beautiful heartfelt review, and I understand completely how you feel. What heroes we need in these days of so much evil! I don’t know how to do it ;but there is someway to link the blogs together . If you know how and want to link mine to yours , you are most welcome. Blessings!

  3. Wayne Campbell

    I just finished reading the book and intend to see the movie. I shed tears while reading the book. Need to make sure I bring a hankie. I have been to war and have seen both my boys go to war and witnessed what their families go through. The wives of deployed soldiers deserve a medal as well.

  4. Having lived several wars, I understand it too well and wish that we never have to fight anything. You’re right Mary, the ones left behind are forgotten and they’re the ones that suffer in silence 😦

  5. It’s really sad how war always ravages families and individuals!

  6. Sounds like a great movie with a powerful message! ♥

    • Yes, Kathy – it was more than just a movie. I believe everyone will take away with them something a bit different, but be a better person because of it!

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