What has brought unique, irreplaceable me -- out of all the possibilities of life -- here, now, to this? Was all my youth -- the paper route after school, the stolen moments in the back seats of borrowed cars, the football workouts, the cramming for finals -- meant to end this way, dying in a muddy paddy?

This is a love letter to the guys in the field. To the grunt, the political context is irrelevant. They're not worried about politics. They've simply got a job to do. And this movie is concerned with how they do that job.