Spielberg\u27s Dead Wrong about the Dead; or, The Places in the Movie Where I Cried

I stood in front of the rostrum in the National Cemetery with my parents. They hadn\u27t seen the movie yet. My best-friend was next to them. He hadn\u27t seen it yet. Another compatriot joined us who had seen it, but we were definitely outnumbered in our little knot of folks within the massive crowd. As Spielberg continued speaking, I leaned in to the group. You really need to see the movie, I said, knowing that no matter whose ears it hit the odds were it\u27d hit a meaningful target. [excerpt