Tales from outer turnip head...

Tales from outer turnip head...
Showing posts with label Robert Leckie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Leckie. Show all posts

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Helmet for My Pillow...



So I have decided to rewatch The Pacific, HBO's WWII miniseries. I have watched HBO's WWII: European Theater mini series Band of Brothers several times and believe it to be the best 10 hours of television ever produced. I was less impressed with The Pacific the first time I watched it, and believe it deserves a second viewing.

Band of Brothers: What I realize is that the story of the 101st Airborne, Easy Company is a linear story of heroes triumphing over the Germans in WWII. It is a likable story with Dick Winters as the center point. There are a myriad of reasons Band of Brothers deserves the accolade of "Best," but my comments here are about The Pacific.

I am two episodes in and already feel I misjudged The Pacific my first time around. The tragedy of war is overwhelming in this series, but in addition, the chaos and non-linearity that seems to define the marines experience in the South Pacific is even more unsettling. I find it a harder story to "like," due to this unsettling chaotic violence, but am finding myself deeply moved by the experiences I am viewing.

One of the stories woven into the narrative is that of writer and Private First Class, Robert Leckie. Here are some of his words:
Here was cacophony; here was dissonance; here was wildness; here was the absence of rhythm, the loss of limit, for everyone fires what, when and where he chooses; here was booming, sounding, shrieking, wailing, hissing, crashing, shaking, gibbering noise.  Here was hell.

More to come...