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Yesterday was the first Saturday in quite a while that we haven't HAD anything to do but enjoy so we had a date and went to the movies then had dinner and drinks. Danny picked the movie. I wasn't sure about it because it's a serious documentary about the war in Afghanistan and I didn't want to be bummed out, but I saw it and was riveted to the screen. We went to see "Restrepo", a documentary about the battle in the Korengal Valley in Afghanistan, the most dangerous place on Earth. All I can say is that if you want to learn something, go and see it. When I think about all the reality shows on T.V. and all the narcissistic idiots out there making tons and tons of money, and then you see these soldiers, these young guys with their entire lives ahead of them, some who won't come home, you realize that these are the the guys that should be handed a million dollars, given a beautiful home and free health care for the rest of their lives because they literally, have balls of steel. It is heartbreaking and inspiring what these young men do and all I could think about were the blow-hards like Rush Limbaugh and Glen Beck who profess to love America and wonder to myself ... how would YOU handle being in a situation like that? Rush sits in a nice comfy studio making billions of dollars while he pontificates and spews nothing but vitriol and hatred. Put on a uniform, grab a machine gun and go protect the America you love so much Rush ... you big overfed pig. The movie is a real depiction of war. War is war. Nothing is ever gained or won from war. You see the Afghan people who are terrified of the Taliban and pissed at the Americans. They have NO POWER at all. None. For me, it comes down to being a human being. Right/left, Conservative/liberal ... it's all B.S. When you put your life on the line like these guys with a machine gun in your hand and take fire 24/7 it becomes clear who loves America. THESE ARE THE GUYS THAT LOVE AMERICA. At dinner, Dan and I toasted them all, pobrecitos, who are far from home and fighting. Cold, hungry, suffering, hot, working, grieving, and more than anything, wanting to come home. THANK YOU DEAR SOLDIERS. THANKS TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. We could never, ever thank you enough ... God bless you all.


  1. OMG Debbie, what an incredible post. I love it. I need to go see this movie. Thank you for pointing out the importance of loving America. We all need to appreciate what we have because of the courage of those who really go out and fight for our freedom!

  2. Debbie!
    I am so glad you posted this. First of all, I agree with you one hundred percent. (especially about rush and beck....freekin looney tunes). There's another great documentary you should see about the TV station AL Jazeera- fascinating look at the war from inside the country. Non-biased, just real.
    Second - I thank you because I had heard this filmmaker interviewed on NPR, and he broke down and cried talking about that battle, and I thought, I have GOT to remember the name of this film, but of course I couldn't. I love your funny posts, but some moments call for seriousness, and this was is serious. I'm glad you spoke your mind.

  3. This was an wonderful post and a much needed reminder of how good we have it and how easy it is talk the talk. Those kids in the military walk the walk. God bless each and every one of them.

  4. Debbie,
    This was a great post. I will have to see the documentary. I couldn't agree more with your comment about politically polarizing "blowhards" who spoon feed listeners with crap designed to do one thing, sensationalize for the purpose of increasing their ratings and annual salaries. Mr. Limbuagher Cheese openly admitted this is the motive behind much of what he does, and yet people still listen to him. I refuse to listen to these media demigogues of the right (or the left for that matter). Half the things they say are not even logically consistent, and sometimes blatantly hypocritical and dishonest.

    On a different note, I just saw Viggo Mortensen in a Russian mafia movie called Eastern Promises. Powerful performance by Viggo, as usual.



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An Ode to Viggo
Who knows where or when my love for you began it took me by surprise and filled up my whole life
Some laughed and called me mad but I knew that was sad for love cannot be mocked and Viggo, my world rocked
I've seen his every film, his songs, his poems and still I love him more each day and that's how it will stay  for in my dreams he lives
Each step through ether's door we meet forever more and so shall it remain until my life should wane
- Signed Debbie Nunez Mortensen :) (yes, I know I'm weird)