i usually try not to take things too seriously on here or legitimately vent, but i don& #39;t think i can really help it today. i just watched The Outpost with my family. one of the eight soldiers depicted in the movie, who all died in the battle of Kamdesh, was my uncle Michael Scusa

i held it together throughout the movie, i got choked up and almost broke during the credits, but i still kept it in. i thought i was fine, but as soon as i left that room i couldn& #39;t hold it in anymore. i never really properly grieved my uncle. he died when i was only 7, -

- so i hardly ever fully processed what happened. i was sad and i understood that he had been killed in action, but i hardly thought about it in depth since then. The Outpost finally put everything into perspective for me. i don& #39;t really have a main point for this thread-

-and i& #39;m not sure if i should, but right now i& #39;m just venting out my thoughts. it really felt weird watching a reenactment of my uncle& #39;s death in a movie. it didn& #39;t really hit me initially, partly because i didn& #39;t want it to. i really didn& #39;t want to break in front of my family. -

- i don& #39;t really know what else to say honestly. i would try to actually pick apart the movie and analyze/review it as though i have no personal connection to it, but that& #39;s just not possible. this got to me more than i ever thought it would