I’d originally planned to get up a little earlier on Saturday morning to get my long, 55-minute TurboFire workout done before my guys woke up.
Yeah. I’m a teacher. That alarm thing didn’t exactly work out.
I wound up waking up a little after 10 when the Mr. called me. He had gone in to work for a bit and was making sure I was awake in time to see the movie, 13 Hours, we’d discussed a couple of days ago.
I scrambled, let me tell you, after briefly weighing whether or not to use Saturday as my “rest” day. I’m addicted to burning calories and earning miles for my Hufflepuffs. Plus, I’m on a roll with my Charity Miles app, and I didn’t want to break my streak.
I hoofed it, and we left a teensy bit later than the Mr. would have preferred. The line outside the theater was long, so it took us a little while to actually get in the theater. By the time we did, nearly all of the seats, and we’re talking the afternoon matinee, were taken up. Because of his Crohn’s, the Mr. needs an end seat so he can get up to use the restroom without bothering anyone.
We wound up sitting in seats down on the lowest level…right in front of the screen. Not ideal. He was very unhappy.
It took a bit of adjusting, but we finally settled in to the movie.
Rooster and his girlfriend had gone to see this movie last week; Rooster had warned me that it had a lot of foul language, and the violence was pretty rough too.
I’ll tell you something, though. As turned off as I get with bad language, for some reason, I didn’t notice it as much as the movie played.
I was completely caught up in the story. I am naive, I’ll readily admit. I’ve never really understood a whole lot about the Benghazi controversy.
Now, I do.
This movie reminded me of the long cardio workouts I do. The pace alternated between fast and nail-biting to segments that allowed me to catch my breath and take peeks into the men’s private lives.
This movie was riveting.
It was shocking.
It was so sad. I shed a few tears at the end.
When the Mr. and I walked out, we were both filled with two emotions: gratefulness for those fighting for our freedom and anger at the politicians who continue to get away with the lies they told to cover their a$$e$ after things started coming to light.
I am ashamed of the way our leaders treat the military…the way they disrespect taxpayers by putting forth lies.
My heart hurts for the loved ones of those who sacrificed their lives during the Benghazi attack. I suppose that these “soldiers,” contracted workers or special forces, don’t exist as real people to politicians.
Should this post have a political tone?
Because we have got to make our displeasure known and VOTE. Of course, I’m becoming more jaded as I get older and don’t believe that many people holding political offices are honest. However, we can certainly vote OUT those currently in there (and praise God that certain other people are leaving due to term limits).
This is a must-see movie. We plan on buying it when it comes out on DVD (and we won’t have to crane our necks to watch it).
Watch the movie.
Then, make sure your voter registration card is up-to-date.
Exercise your right as an American citizen. Honor those who have fought and are currently fighting the good fight, whether we know any or all the details. Their service should not be in vain.