Like most every great war movie, it combines intense action with human drama. There's also several overtly preachy scenes that accomplish little to further the story but they underline the already clear message.
Instead of guys named Danny and Polack and Sol and Brooklyn, you've got guys named Said and Yassir and Messaoud and Abdelkader. But it's the same deal. Prick them, do they not bleed? Blow them up, do their limbs not scatter and their guts not spill?