Monday, February 11, 2008
*grumble*
Tonight I watched the last half of Saving Private Ryan. At the very end, when the old guy is talking to the headstone in the cemetery, I started to get choked up. I was completely alone and completely sober. I wasn't overly tired or upset before this moment. I fought against it a little, but I couldn't stop myself from shedding a few tears. It didn't last long, but it did happen. I've seen this movie a dozen times, and I've never gotten emotional. There was just something about that guy standing alone recognizing that he'd never be able to thank (and maybe apologize to) someone that had passed away. I don't feel bad about crying. Recently, I've had a few moments like this.
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