Of all these war shots I have seen, the one I like the most is a picture he took of two G.I.s in a clearing under a tree. One is sitting on an upended crate, cigarette in hand, towel draped over his t-shirt, helmet at his feet; the other is giving him a haircut. ("Joe Meccia doing cutting, Joe Ely in chair") Both of them are smiling, as if they take shy pleasure in posing for the picture. I have never seen a moment like this in a war movie. I imagine if I were ever to have talked with my father, he would have spoken of other such moments as he tried to convey what it meant to have gone off to war. And in that quiet conversation I might have discovered something about men that I have never yet managed to learn from a movie.