With politics and philosophy largely absent from James's tour of extreme duty, it settles into a somewhat comforting pattern of danger and mild relief, which can diffuse the knots in your stomach.
What an amazing collection of utterly implausable vignettes...I mean, Bigelow must be in wannabe dreamland.
I almost expected to see the hero sneak out at night, meet up with his Iraqi police buddies, who offer him the supreme privilige of assassinating some terrorist at 300 metres who is digging in an IED...But only after he has dug it in so he is 'tired', with a Rem700 wich has a broken stock...then sneak back into the base like some modern day wannabe Ronin (dressed in black of course) to resume his desk job.
What utter bull****!
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