The film attempts to convey the drama, pain, chaos, confusion and occasional horror of that year for those grunts. It also shows some of the lighter moments of their band of brothers: How they lived, looked out for each other, how they played and how some died. It is not pretty, but it is a beautiful effort.
Easy talk about "boots on the ground" grates on the senses. It seems an awfully cavalier way to talk about the American battle dead buried at Arlington and in cemeteries across the country. Of those I have known, in Iraq and Afghanistan and in other conflicts, each one was proud of being "boots on the ground," serving his or her country, proud of what they were accomplishing. Weary, perhaps, but resolute in their determination to see the job done. None, needless to say, wanted to die this way. But they were willing, trusting that the decision to send them was a thoughtful, considered judgment necessary for the good of the country.