Me @ Hbo War: A Summary

me @ hbo war: a summary

me: *points at group of older men*

me: *is yelling*

me: MY PRECIOUS SMOL SONS

Anyone else just sometimes stop and think about Joe Toye in Day of Days?

Like how he knew where they were and that they’d be coming up on a bridge ahead because he studied the sand tables?

Or how he shot a horse to put it out of its misery?

Or how he tried to reason with Guarnere, his best buddy, who was grouching about Winters?

Or how he tried to make a joke (that I’m still not 100% sure I get) to Malarkey after he’d been fraternizing with the enemy?

Or how he jumped into the trenches and almost got blown up, twice! First time because he was helping Popeye (I think?) the second time was kind of his fault (I think he’s the one that ran into Buck?)?

Or how he punched a surrendering soldiers with his brass knuckles?

Or how he offered Winters booze and Winters accepted?

Or how he doesn’t know what a Mennonite is?

Or just how he’s a good, smart, brave person and soldier?

Anyone else think about that as much as I do?

That feeling when your movie is so shitty that you need spam 5 star bots on Rotten Tomatoes to make it seem less bad

Winters: I’m not a father! I don’t even have kids…

Luz: *walking past* hey Dad.

Winters: oh, hey.

Roe: Dad, is it ok if I go see a movie with Babe tomorrow?

Winters: Yeah, just be home by 11.

Webster: Dad, could you sign this so I can skip class for a doctors appointment tomorrow?

Winters: of course, just be sure to get the notes from your classmates, son.

Winters:

Winters:

Winters: okay, listen.

we 👏🏻 don't 👏🏻 appreciate 👏🏻 joe toye👏🏻 enough👏🏻

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.