There is a series called The Unit
, it is supposed to portray the Special Forces. I don’t watch TV but HQ sent me the first season in DVD and I enjoyed watching quite tremendously for a variety of reasons. I got the 2nd season on my own and now I have third.

The soldier has not been interested in watching any of these episode although he knows the guy who acts as adviser to the show and I have absolutely seem some of his missions dramatized although they have been wildly altered. In other words it is real.. sort of but the “sort of” part is getting bigger, the “real” part shrinking as each season is produced. (swearing below the break)

Now I did see about 20 minutes of one of these episodes a couple years ago when we met on the road. The soldier was sort of disturbed… told me recently he did not want to watch because it was like being a mechanic and watching someone on TV fix a car… wrong. But then yesterday out of the blue sky he decided to watch a few episodes and the result was hilarious. He talked non-stop see…

First show of the season the head guy (Jonas) is with some CIA gal with one of those bad surgery faces that scare the living shit out of me. So I was disturbed for my reasons, the soldier off in a completely different space. Jonas and the girl with jagged edge big-to-the-point-of-comedy lips got caught in some apartment with a bad guy.

Positioned behind the bad guy, he had his back turned, the SF for some reason is unable to shoot this guy which drives the soldier around the bend. “I’d have dropped that motherfucker, shot him right in the head! Why didn’t he shoot him, P? Why? Why didn’t he shoot the motherfucker, he had a month to do it. A whole month!”

He referring to the time it took the guy to turn around which frankly… well if you wanted to shoot the guy fact is there would have been plenty of time.

“But nooooooooo,” the soldier said as the bad guy was now outside the apartment shooting up the complex and civilians. “You can’t just shoot the motherfucker and now look at him.”

“What’s he doing?” I asked to encourage him.

“He’s makin’ a racket!” he said watching the guy shoot around wildly - an automatic weapon. “Look at that bastard and all the noise he’s making. Why, P, why? They had the situation was contained. Shoot the guy in the apartment when you have a month you had to do and they’d be done, but nooooooooo. He’s got to shoot the Pam can!”

They had shot a can of Pam in the apartment which made a fizz so it was hard to see.

“Yeah,” I said. “How could he could hit a can a Pam but not the man-sized target with his back turned?’

“P, you got me. They want to use all these sneaky pete tricks I guess. That’s what this is about. They’re going to be all sneaky pete, well that’s not how I operate. I’d have killed the guy dead as a doornail. They didn’t and now he’s out there shooting people… he’s shooting civilians…”

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