I awoke to sunshine this morning.
As I lay in my bed, with warm covers drawn close, I replayed the images in my head from the night before.
The Mister and I went to see "American Sniper".
I've never been to a movie that kept the audience so still....except for a few groans, and people catching their breath at certain scenes, no one spoke.
At the end, I didn't know if I should stand and salute, or just stay in my seat and weep.
You could have heard a pin drop.
No one spoke as we all left the theater.
No one smiled, or even nodded to each other.
We were all absorbed in our own thoughts about what we had just seen.
For me, it was reality.
As we trudged back to the truck in the frigid winter blast, we were silent.
When we walked into our house, the Mister said how blessed he felt to have a warm home to return to.
It's not only the physical pain for them...it's what goes on in their souls.
I NEEDED to see this movie! I needed a dose of reality.
Clint Eastwood pulls no punches with this movie. It will stick with me for a while.
There is a lot of strong language...but that's what keeps it true to life.