I thought it was a masterpiece. It was so completely refreshing to watch a film, beautifully edited, narrated, and documented, that had NO agenda. He simply told the story, warts and all.
The veterans (and the lovely, lovely women they married or were related to) made me weep. Their humility, honesty, and selflessness stirred in me such a love for our military men. It sparked an illuminating conversation between me and my dad, who served in Japan after the war during the occupation. I am broken-hearted at the thought that within the next 2 decades, these brave and heroic men and women will no longer be with us to provide their powerful witness.
I have also been moved to tears by the footage of life in America circa 1940’s. Listening to FDR begin speeches by addressing “God Almighty, Our Creator,” makes me realize how very far we have fallen from our roots in this country. Seeing the film of soldiers receiving Holy Communion on the ships and in the fields of battle, grasping their rosaries as they face the enemy, and praying over the bodies of their fallen commrades reminds me that it was not that long ago that we, as a people, actually did consider God an essential part of American life.
Even the egregious wrongs done to the Japanese Americans and the African Americans in the US at that time were set aside by those who were the victims of this injustice in order to fight for the country they loved.
This is filmmaking at it’s best. I managed to get my whole family involved in watching and discussing WWII. We all learned things we had never known before. We were reminded of the greatness of this country and the sacrifice of our military men and women. We have all been deeply moved.