I'm also amazed at how little we can comprehend while watching. Oh, sure, I'm always terrified about who's going to get shot and who's going to die, but what kind of terror is that compared to what these men must have gone through while running across an open space like an airfield while getting shot at. Besides, I'm witnessing actions that I know did actually take place, but performed by actors (talented ones, but still actors), and only in an hour. Sure, they can convey to me the fear, the tension, the thirst, but I can't feel it. And in an hour, I am still in my living room, comfortable and safe, while they were sleeping on rocks, being bombed, for months.
I am sad, though, that it appears that Leckie (James Badge Dale)'s story seems to be coming to a close. He was injured running back across the air field (a crazy and incredible feat), trying to get a doctor for a fallen comrade. Now he and that friend are on the boat home. Much as I credit the authenticity of the series in that it was unlikely that any man would fight in all the battles of interest in the Pacific, I had come to favour him very much and will be sad that he receives so little focus.
But what is that sadness compared to how I feel about what the real Robert Leckie lived through.
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