Courage and 169 Minutes of Terror
Trudging from the theater, my mind was foggy. I was completely disoriented by what I’d just witnessed.
It was like I had been there.
The skies were gray and angry. The seas churned and spat.
The doors fell open. Wave after wave, young men rolled up on the shore, welcomed by the barrage of the machine gun fire.
Some ducked and dodged. Others didn’t have the chance.
June 4, 1944
The opening moments of Saving Private Ryan changed me. It has been 14 years since I saw that footage, but I will never forget it.