Wednesday, June 12, 2002
We have a Black Hawk Down...
Watched the movie Black Hawk Down last night. Don't know how to describe it. I can't call it a "good movie" when I know that it was inspired by actual events. I guess the only thing I can call it is... disturbing. Nineteen American men killed. Their acts of bravery and sacrifice are documented in that movie. If you've seen the first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan... well the whole movie is like those first twenty minutes. I've always been proud of our armed forces, of what they do, what they represent and what they sacrifice to protect us and our country. This movie only enforced those feelings of honor and respect that I have for those men (and women) who typically are fresh out of high school. I imagine one grows up really fast under those sorts of conditions.
I found a website which chronicles the events that happened in Mogadishu that day at the following link : Night Stalkers.
From the opening chapter:
Watched the movie Black Hawk Down last night. Don't know how to describe it. I can't call it a "good movie" when I know that it was inspired by actual events. I guess the only thing I can call it is... disturbing. Nineteen American men killed. Their acts of bravery and sacrifice are documented in that movie. If you've seen the first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan... well the whole movie is like those first twenty minutes. I've always been proud of our armed forces, of what they do, what they represent and what they sacrifice to protect us and our country. This movie only enforced those feelings of honor and respect that I have for those men (and women) who typically are fresh out of high school. I imagine one grows up really fast under those sorts of conditions.
I found a website which chronicles the events that happened in Mogadishu that day at the following link : Night Stalkers.
From the opening chapter:
Just 13 minutes before, three miles away at the Ranger's base on the Mogadishu beach, Eversmann had said a Hail Mary at liftoff. He was curled into a seat between two helicopter crew chiefs, the knees of his long legs up around his shoulders. Before him, arrayed on both sides of the sleek UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter, was Eversmann's Chalk, a dozen men in tan, desert camouflage fatigues. He had worried about the responsibility. Twelve men. He had prayed silently during Mass at the mess hall that morning. Now he added one more.
. . . Pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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