Hans Von Luck is the name of my Vietnamese based German death metal tribute band.
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Hans Von Luck is the name of my Vietnamese based German death metal tribute band.
Sorry. Not at that battle but in that area - Germany France, Luxembourg, Belgium.did not sound right to me either.
I had the opportunity to visit Normandy and Bastone - the town at the center of the Battle of the Bulge about 10 years ago. Absolutely - right - walking around both places you can't help but feel like you're walking on hallowed ground.2 summers ago I went to the American Military Cemetary in Luxembourg. Man that is a powerful and emotional place. We lost over 100,000 soldiers in the Battle of the Bulge.
Not movies but I liked Band of Brothers and the Pacific.
They were a lot of instances of that happening when Saving Private Ryan first came out in the theaters - WWII vets - who always complained that Hollywood never got it right - the opening beach landing scene brought it all back for a lot of them - many of whom probably internalized what they went through for years -Our Top Sergeant and Command Sergeant Major both served in Vietnam. Top joined a group of us to see Platoon when it first came out. He left the theater part way through in tears. Later, he just kept saying “It’s too fuking close!” Our CSM said he’d never see it. BTW , he survived 6 bullet wounds and spent another 20 + years in the Army. Both men were highly regarded by everyone that met them. They’re true badasses that helped shape the lives of many ornery young men.
I went to see Apocalypse Now in the theaters when it first came out. There was a scene where the helicopters are landing but one kid is hanging on screaming, "I'm not going! I'm not going!" Everyone is the theater was laughing and then one guy stood up, tears in his eyes, and yelled, "Shut up! It was like that!" and then left the theater. Everyone was in stunned silence after that.Our Top Sergeant and Command Sergeant Major both served in Vietnam. Top joined a group of us to see Platoon when it first came out. He left the theater part way through in tears. Later, he just kept saying “It’s too fuking close!” Our CSM said he’d never see it. BTW , he survived 6 bullet wounds and spent another 20 + years in the Army. Both men were highly regarded by everyone that met them. They’re true badasses that helped shape the lives of many ornery young men.
The smell... thats what Is burned into my memory. H.E., gunpowder, iron (metal) of blood, the stench of a gut shot, fear, all combined to make 13 months boil down to 3 minutes of pure terror...Don’t laugh but the war segment in Forrest Gump struck a lot of “realistic” cords for a few vets I knew (including pops); The tedium, bootcamp, constant sort of confusion and tension, underlying racial tensions, walking around all day long for weeks on end, then the jungle lights up with sunshine, sniper fire and incoming mortars, followed soon thereafter by our heavy air and naval weapons zeroing in and really lighting sh!t up
Same here. I don’t know why but I’ll never forget the smell associated with being in Iraq. The weapons, oil, HMMVS, dirt, etcThe smell... thats what Is burned into my memory. H.E., gunpowder, iron (metal) of blood, the stench of a gut shot, fear, all combined to make 13 months boil down to 3 minutes of pure terror...