I have spent a lot of my life burying the dead. I have seen the horrific wounds on what had been vital youngsters from Nam to Iraq. My point here is that there is this surreal-if that's the term- vision of war in the minds of those who rightly despair at the daily reports from far away and get on with ordinary life. We are numbed by the numbers and the sanitized and somber images of funeral honors. What more can we do? Unpleasant as this film is, it shows what I -and my father before me -have seen . How many of those who shake the saber have seen these statistics of war? It might be useful for them to look, to touch, to smell the reality. This film comes close.