“Wasn’t that they had had their flesh torn, it was that they had had their souls torn out.”
The Pacific ended this week. I started out thinking this was an inferior Band of Brothers until the Battle of Peliliu episodes probably. Then I realised this was something else entirely. A different kind of war, and it required a different kind of series to tell it’s story. The Pacific isn’t inferior, its just different, and it’s magnificent.
Anyone who even vaguely knows me know that I would have ended up identifying with Leckie the most. Basilone was the brave, always steadfast patriot. Sledge and Snafu had such complex character arcs, each going the inverse of one another (Sledge loses his soul in the war and Snafu finally finds it) until eventually meeting somewhere in between when the war ended. Don’t get me wrong - the most fascinating (and brutal) parts of The Pacific surrounded Sledge, this was his show more than anyone elses. But Leckie was me. Although I can only hope that like him, I can land a girl like Caroline Dhavernas someday without first getting shot at by the Japanese. That would be awesome.
