So, what has been "tickling" my fancy of late.
The Carry-On quality of that very phrase is just screaming out for me to say something smutty again but I digress.
I'll just say that I am very sad that "The Pacific" the HBO series shown on Sky Movies Premiere has finished. It made me ashamed, as someone who enjoys studying history, that I knew nothing of the extreme circumstances of that particular theatre of war. And on that subject, why a theatre of war? Where did that phrase come from? It suggests that those who went through such hardships were mere actors playing a role rather than servicemen suffering horrendous situations.
These actors, in the mini-series, served to remind us, the greedy selfish generation, that once there were warriors of such a fine calibre. These men, young men, spent years in what must have seemed to be an utter hellish existence. And that came through. I would say the series was wonderful but that is a very glib statement. It was thought-provoking, challenging, heart-stopping, incredibly sad and utterly involving joourney.
Now, ten-weeks later, it is all over. I think, in some places, the story felt a little rushed. Maybe they could have eked it out to 13 weeks? You know, for sad sacks like me who have no life.
Interesting point. My dad was in the RAF, served some time in Burma where he was shot in the back of the leg by a Japanese sniper. I only found that out when I was 15 because, like most of his generation, he never spoke in great length of what he went through. We have little snippets of that large slice of his life spent serving in World War II, some photos and mementos but now he is gone there will be nothing to colour in the missing spaces.
I'm here because that Japanese sniper was a lousy shot.
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