Welcome back friends and readers!
Well yesterday was officially the last day of break! And I managed to not blog the entire time, what an accomplishment! Not really. I hope everyone’s break was well and the holidays were merry! I had a great time; my cousins flew in from San Diego, I house sat, had a birthday, you know…the usual. This holiday season was filled with movie premiers for everyone! From little kids to the adrenaline junkie. One of these movies I happened to see. If any of you know me-and I mean really know me- you would know that I love movies and especially documentary/based on true life movies.
It’s pretty common knowledge that I am from Colorado. And that I love the fact I am from Colorado. The pride a native has is honestly incomparable to just about any other state. Recently, my home has been in the news for less than flattering events. And it disheartens me to know that that is how the nation-the world- views my home, as nothing more than where people are shot. It’s honestly one of the worst things saying, “I’m from Colorado!” and getting the response of, “How far are you from Columbine/Arapahoe?” To answer these questions not far, I am less than a mile away from Columbine and I took classes at Arapahoe which I live even closer to than Columbine. I (proudly) graduated from Heritage High School, and more importantly the Littleton community. Every community across the nation has sent men and women into the war. However, very few people know the names of those people, where they were from, where they grew up, where they graduated from, where they were deployed to, where they were killed/captured, why they were there, or get a movie about them. But someone from my community did. Someone from my high school (who graduated quite a few years before me) did.
My high school has always been very involved in the community, every year we have an entire week dedicated to raising money for a single cause that was voted upon by the entire school population. For three years we raised money for our sister school in Sierra Leone and my senior year we decided to change it up. We built a school and supplied it with water and school supplies and desks but now it was to turn our attention back home, to turn our attention back to the community we had grown up in. During presentation week, a dear friend of mine presented to us The Lone Survivor Foundation. We were all taken aback at first, mostly because this foundation not only had a local chapter but also was inspired by a fallen US Navy SEAL and his brothers. Not only a SEAL but also a Heritage alum.
Danny Dietz was, from what I’ve heard, one of the most amazing people there could be. He must have been! After he was KIA the Littleton community built a bronze statue of its fallen hero and named a portion of the highway after him (Danny Dietz Memorial Highway). I literally grew up hearing about this guy. My high school even made a permanent memorial on the second floor in honor of him! So when my friend told our class about his idea to bring MAD to the Lone Survivor Foundation, it was a no-brainer. Throughout the week there were the traditional events (relay race, Pie-in-the-Eye, movies, student v. staff basketball, etc.) and outside presentations. The committee even brought in the Dietz family for a day. I don’t think I’ve ever been more touched and heartbroken than listening to his mother and father talk. Honestly, no one will understand how heartbreaking it was to listen to Mr. Dietz say he wished he had never inspired his son to go into the armed forces. During their talk they told us about Danny- his life at home, as a child and growing up, and his life after he joined the Navy. Near the end of the talk they told us there was going to be a movie about Danny and his brothers.
This December the movie, Lone Survivor, premiered. I went to see it on my last Friday of break, and I was amazed. Granted the movie is gunshots and bombs for about an hour and half, the directors and actors did an outstanding performance showcasing the men’s bravery and faith. They really took what Petty Officer Marcus Luttrell said to heart-especially because he was the lone survivor of a four man operation (Operation Red Wings). I know many have seen this movie, but I think it has a special meaning to the four men’s communities and the rest who are overlooked that aided in their rescue. I know for me at least it was a wonderful closing to a chapter about an outstanding man.
Basically, go see this movie. Maybe not because you know who it’s about but to show your respect for those who are so often forgetten.
Sincerely, forever in debt, with love always,
Posted on January 13th, 2014 by Andie
Filed under: Andrea Liebgott