Documentary film by Mactavish Pictures, Killcliff and Anchor Bay Entertainment. All images are credited to Mactavish Pictures.
This is a documentary of the valor and the courage of a Navy SEAL hero who sacrificed his life to save his men in an Afghanistan operation in 2005 and was posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor in 2007.
If people are going to document somebody's life, they should document ones like Lt. Michael P. Murphy's. He's a real team player, a true selfless person.
I first thought that this documentary would involve lots of footages of Navy SEAL operations but instead I was served with words as testament of a hero's life. I wasn't bored, I was rather more interested. The way the interviews were piled was smooth and engaging. It makes you listen more to details.
What I learned in this documentary film is that the people who graduate in training to become a Navy SEAL aren't just men who have the physique but men who have the mentality and the heart to become one. More often than not, heroes are born, not made. What I mean with this is that those people who would become heroes eventually are the type of people who have the heart to become one. Lt. Michael Murphy was proof of that. It's a rare case when bad guys turn out to be good when they change for good. And I don't mean good guys in the facade of a bad guy.
I sort of feel guilty and bad in watching this documentary. Nothing bad could be said about the hero. I now reflect at my own life. If I were to die anytime sooner, nothing could be said about me if not the arrogant bad things (because I am now living a bitter and depressed life).
Goodness is innate in Murph. Whatever it is that drove him to join the Navy SEAL, I believe that it was good reason. As I learned from the film, Jack Reacher, there are four types of people who join the military:
Murph fell in both  and . His father (as compulsory) served his time during the Vietnam war and as most of those close to Murph could attest, he's a natural protector. He has this instinct about him to protect people, close to him or not. When he was young, he would even out situations when kids bully a weak. In sports, he would never treat his wins as his own, but the hard work of everybody in the team. He would acknowledge ones who make the good passes, the assists so he could successfully take a shot at the goal. He would step aside from his position, to give chance for a freshman with a high potential in football. Real good-natured people like Murph are hard to come by. To him, things aren't all about him but others.
I love how heroism was demonstrated here. People should give more shots at documentaries like this, of people who'd rather give than receive. This film suggests that the military who protect us are real protectors for those who join have the heart to really protect people. Just like Murph did.
Show/Hide My Personal Experience in ROTC
The thing is, for that ROTC training, the physical thing was no challenge (save for early morning PTs and I, along with all the girls except for one, couldn't do pullups). But aside from time management, the emotional aspect was the hardest for everybody under the COCC.
You see, back then, we're studying in the premier state, number one University in the Country. You expect everybody to be intelligent. Our school might not rank equal to Ivy Leagues in the States but it's the closest thing we have for the country (add the fact that it was built and designed to be the best in the country by the Americans during the occupation).
Alongside Intelligence, comes Pride. Because everybody's intelligent, expect everybody to have such huge egos. Put every one in one bowl, batter as hard as you could, and none would mix just like oil with water. Why? We all clash in personalities. It is given that the lowerclassmen would hate their direct upperclassmen. Everything about that is understandable. But what I couldn't understand are some individualistic people. How would you expect to do well when you can't even deal with your own comrades? When your own batch doesn't have camaraderie to begin with?
I understand I was selfish back in those days (especially when it comes to food) but I just couldn't stomach the presence of one self-absorbed person among my batchmates. Which is just absurd considering it's a she. She's so self-praising, she couldn't wait for others to praise her before she could praise herself. It was bad because there are those who'd rather give way to her than give a fight.
Facility is limited and there aren't much things available like real guns and rifles. Until now, I still don't know how to assemble an M-14 because back in the training, I belong in the same squad with her along with my buddy. There was only one weapon for the three of us. My buddy and I couldn't touch that M-14 because that girl had it all for herself. My buddy and I had never touched an M-14 before while she had much experience with it because she was a CAT officer in high school. She'd rather have all the attention (from upperclass officers) she gets to herself just because she could assemble and disassemble an M-14 at lightning speed than bother teaching her fellow squadmates who never had experience with what she's holding.
If only buddy and I had someone like Murph in the squad, we'd have learned aplenty.
After the first semester, I was drafted to join a marksmanship competition because I was good at shooting (which didn't turn well because of reasons). That night, she talked of so many things about herself involving guns in front of the handlers that the next day, I wasn't surprised that she was added in the list. Well, that was smooth of her. She knows what she wants and she got it.
But I just hate it that back then, she treated everybody like trash and she treated the world as if it revolves around her. After 3 semesters (post-ROTC, she also quit), her grades started dropping that she became a good person for what goodness is worth. As it turned out, her grades back then just got into her head that losing them subdued her.
Well, the thing is... in a Corps of 26 people, I could only point to 2 people who are selfless for real. Neither of which could survive in an operation simply because they don't have the mentality for it. Being intelligent is not enough, you have to have the guts (instincts) and visions for military tactics. In that 26, they think that they are good enough (not good as in good person but good as combatant) but if you ask me, they're a sap of weaklings.
But I think things are different now.
What I could say from most of Hollywood's war-related movies is that the military guys must be good people. To have such camaraderie in training in a short period of time would be a feat. It takes a deal of understanding, pacifying pride and the heart to give way to others. And it takes more than that to sacrifice oneself for the welfare of others. I could never imagine myself sacrifing for the lives of my batchmates (or upperclassmen) if war had befallen during that ROTC training. Give me a different set of people and maybe I would.
But as having the heart of an aspiring scientist (even though I'm a dropout :sad:), I would do what I could for the sake of an objective. When you take a course for the pursuit of knowledge, you'd put knowledge first before yourself. So yeah, I could imagine myself protecting a scientific data with my life. Such irony. Technology was built from science to improve people's lives. And yet, I'd rather protect science than actual people.
Another thing I appreciate in this film is the usage of music tracks by the end. The same traditional song sang by Beth in The Walking Dead had been played in this film which is "The Parting Glass" arranged and performed by Chris Irwin Band.
Kudos to the writer, producer and director of this documentary, Scott Mactavish for such a wonderful presentation.
A Musing: Beauty
No wonder there are lots of romantic books with military guys as heroes. When you're a Navy SEAL, it's imperative that you're an intelligent man. Intelligence is one thing, the body another. The face is quite another for that matter. Just take a good look at these heroes of the Operation Red Wings, aren't they gorgeous?
Objectification aside, let's commemorate the heroes who have died for the good cause:
If I go back in time with a time machine and I run into them, it would be such a sight. They'd be such a good-looking pair of buddies.
More of his pics because he's such a good-looking man (he' probably 39 by now). He'll be another of my drawing inspiration: