“Please accept this flag on behalf of a grateful nation.”
I love Las Vegas, the TV series. I hope they’ll have another run. It’s a long shot but hey, a lot of things happen in Vegas. I believe it deserves a million seasons to cover all the colorful things that happen in that very eventful golden land. The Bold and the Beautiful has been there since time immemorial, so why shouldn’t Las Vegas be eternally airing? Yeah, yeah, it’s a soap but ya know what I mean.
Anyway, I was watching one of the episodes of Las Vegas where Det. Luis Perez dies in Iraq and the gang attends his memorial service. With Bob Dylan’s Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door playing in the background, the scene was very heavy. He was in Iraq for just a week and off he went knockin’ on heaven’s door! Ok, so when the camera panned to focus the men in uniform fold the flag, the whole scene got heavier. One of them handed it to his mother and uttered those words, I shed a tear (I know it comes as no surprise, I am silly, I cry at the movies and while watching even a not-so-tearjerker, so bite me! But this one’s really worth the tearduct exercise.).
I wonder how, in real life, a grieving widow or a girlfriend or the mother and father, the friends, or the young orphans in the US who has/have lost a childhood sweetheart or son or brother or sister or friend or parent feel upon hearing that line. I’m sure it’s just as painful no matter how big the gratitude of the nation is. Watching a memorial service is always moving, and more so if it’s for soldiers who have honorably fought for peace (ironic, I know!) and freedom, and while it is very heartwarming to hear such big words, it makes me wonder if it was all worth it. If this war’s worth it.
But regardless of everything, wherever we are in the world, it’s sad. It’s really sad. Yeah, my eyes are still wet.