So, I just finished Lone Survivor again. Can barely describe how that movie makes me feel. While in a different service, we served together. While I never saw action such as theirs, I understand it.
What hits me harder than the movie itself is the pictures of the actual men who died during the operation after the ending. Real people with real families. Babies and little boys and girls who will never see their fathers again. And there was my classmate, Mike McGreevy. The way he's looking at his baby in that picture, and all that child has is his picture now.
But Mike was a fighter, and he believed in what he did. We all did. Still do. Perspective is really heavy. I never saw Mike McGreevy when he wasn't smiling, and he picked me up a time or two when I needed it. Just a massive ball of positive energy, he was.
I'm not posting this so people will feel sorry for me. I'm posting this because we need to remember what these gents sacrificed. I'm ok, but they're never coming back. Let's not forget it.
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