First off, there will be a Blog Stalker post later today.  I promise.  I’ve just been exhausted as I went to full time this week at my job and I’m still making the circadian transition.  So when I get up the stairs, I don’t feel like taking my camera and going back down to snap a picture of my transit.  It will happen.  rly.  Oh yeah, and TV being new has been a big blow to my schedule, as well.  Between The War on PBS and all the show premieres, I’m swamped.

 Speaking of The War, I’m of two minds about it as a whole.  (For those who don’t know–it’s Ken Burns’ latest massive documentary about regular Americans during and in World War II.)  It’s wrenching, emotionally, between the veterans who speak, and the footage that Burns acquired.  To be honest, it takes a certain amount of will to remind yourself that those are actual dead bodies or wounded people or battles, filmed sixty years ago by some brave crazy men in the US military.  They’re not special effects, and most of it isn’t staged.  It’s a drastic change from where we are now, with embedded journalism and instant information.

It’s hard to remind yourself of that.  It’s hard to remind yourself of a lot of things, like that someone could be killed and the family wouldn’t find out for over a month.  And that there was so much footage taken that the public didn’t see for ages.  If they had had instantaneous communication, as we do now…would they have wanted to know?   And are the people of that time really ‘the greatest generation’ or just people who walked in towards combat blind because no one had made them aware of its horrors before, and were too disciplined by societal mores that prescribed to stay the course?

I’m thinking that the truth is somewhere in between.

And someone should have made this documentary fifteen years ago.