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I appreciated this glimpse of foreign-to-me bravery, foreign because this happened before my time, and is a part of the history of that war I knew little to nothing about. It's a lovely gift to have created a platform for those voices. My father spoke in a similar way about his war experiences in the Pacific arena. By that I mean with few words, but with a sense that a lot doesn't need to be said, while still conveying loss and the wonder of self-survival. Such haunting words and images, "I am more than tired, keep seeing things, friends who died on previous convoys reaching out to shake my hand."