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basildestinyDAmn! What an emotional day.
I love West Wing. Just saw yet another episode that made me cry. Do you want to know how many of those shows have made me cry? Even I don't know, but the number is high.
This was an older episode from Season 1 that I had missed. The episode in which the homeless man died because it was too cold. And he was wearing one of Toby's coats which had been donated which still contained one of Toby's cards in it. So they called Toby to notify him of the death. Toby finds out he was a vet who served in the Marine Corp in the Korean War and he had been awarded the Purple Heart for being injured. Toby uses the President's name to arrange an honor guard and funeral. The President calls Toby into his office to find out what happened and how many things were being done in his name he wasn't aware. And to ask Toby Do you think homeless vets will come out of the wall? Toby said I hope so. I hope so too. I love that this show is about what America should be about and not where it falls short. Anyway, don't know if it was the Marine Corp and knowing that Leland will inevitably go there (and that I'm finally learning to cope with that instead of just putting it off as it was his decision to join the corp and it's not my place to feel scared to him) or if it was memories of my grandfather's untimely death and 21 gun salute and helicopter flyby and police escort or if it was just the fact that life is so important to me--we should all be so lucky as to have someone claim us even after our death.
Here's a Shield fan fic piece I wrote last night before tonight's episode.
"Let's Go! NOW!" The team lead was motioning to him that it was time to go. There was no arguing when it came to that tone. That look. Unity and obedience under pressure were the only things that kept everyone alive. Things had gone south in this mission and it was time to get out.
"Come on!" Everyone else was out. They were waiting.
"Help me," a small voice called out. It sounded familar. It sounded scared. He hesitated a moment and began to turn back.
The team wouldn't leave without him. If he wasn't coming on his own, they were dragging him out. But then he saw her. He froze. Things had just gotten worse. A gun was pointed on her. He rushed forward, pulling himself from the team's arms. They too had frozen, recognizing the women in need.
"Noooooooooooooo!" It seemed as though time had slowed to one fourth its normal rate.
BANG! BANG!
Then there was blood. He knew she was gone. Fatality shot with immediate results. No chance for drawn-out, gut-wrenching goodbyes. No time for hand holding and praying that everything was going to be ok. He ran to her side anyway. Sinking to his knees.
BANG!
Curtis Lemansky jolted from his sleep. He recognized the furnishings. He put a hand to his forehead, taking it all in as the reality of the dream faded. He glanced to his left. Tigre lay in a peaceful sleep. He quietly got out of bed and stood up. A glass of water might help. He headed for the kitchen.
It was the umpteenth time that he'd had that dream. Sometimes he was able to reach her before she was shot, but his sacrifice was his own life. Sometimes after she was dead, Lem offed the bastard himself. Sometimes Mackey did the job as Lem bent down to her side. Sometimes a gun fight would break out over her body as the punk's gang ran back to aid their friend. Usually at least half of the Strike Team died on those nights.
He wasn't ready for marriage, settling down and having children yet. It wasn't because he was afraid of commitment or that he didn't want those things. Some days he wanted to get down on his knee and propose right then. No, he was afraid of the liability. He was afraid of his family being used against him. What kind of a world was this? How could he even think about bringing a family into it? Drugs, gang battles, departmental scandals and extreme violence. These would not be the mentors and playmates for his children.
But he knew the bad wasn't the only thing in the world. There was good. People could turn around. Tigre's brother was proof enough. And yet that wasn't were the good ended. Lem had seen more. What was the point in cleaning the city up if not for them? Lem could only go along with doing things the way the Strike Team did by telling himself that these people were dirty anyway. The streets needing cleaning so that children could play in them. And how could he not want to start a family with Tigre? She was wonderful. Exotic, beautiful, strong. She was so much more than even that.
But what then if they ended up like Vic and Corrine? Three children and now an impending divorce. Mackey had only been trying to protect his family and yet things had fallen apart. Was it really true that cop marriages always fell apart? Would he have to be a captain like Ass Invader? That meant making a choice between the Strike Team and a future with Tigre. How could he make such a choice? The Strike Team was a family to him as well. Shane was an older brother, Mackey the father figure of the group and Ronnie the quiet yet dependable brother. Taevon was knew, but he was fitting in well.
He couldn't make the choice.
Lem put the now empty glass in the sink. He quietly returned to the bedroom. Tigre was still dreaming peacefully. He delicately crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes. It wasn't time for that decision yet.
I noticed a ring on Ted's finger tonight on Queer Eye (which I tuned into after watching The Shield twice). Apparently he's married. I hope he went and got it official since this episode was taped back in September 2003, I believe.
Write again soon unless I drown in my Tears from West Wing
~Bas
I love West Wing. Just saw yet another episode that made me cry. Do you want to know how many of those shows have made me cry? Even I don't know, but the number is high.
This was an older episode from Season 1 that I had missed. The episode in which the homeless man died because it was too cold. And he was wearing one of Toby's coats which had been donated which still contained one of Toby's cards in it. So they called Toby to notify him of the death. Toby finds out he was a vet who served in the Marine Corp in the Korean War and he had been awarded the Purple Heart for being injured. Toby uses the President's name to arrange an honor guard and funeral. The President calls Toby into his office to find out what happened and how many things were being done in his name he wasn't aware. And to ask Toby Do you think homeless vets will come out of the wall? Toby said I hope so. I hope so too. I love that this show is about what America should be about and not where it falls short. Anyway, don't know if it was the Marine Corp and knowing that Leland will inevitably go there (and that I'm finally learning to cope with that instead of just putting it off as it was his decision to join the corp and it's not my place to feel scared to him) or if it was memories of my grandfather's untimely death and 21 gun salute and helicopter flyby and police escort or if it was just the fact that life is so important to me--we should all be so lucky as to have someone claim us even after our death.
Here's a Shield fan fic piece I wrote last night before tonight's episode.
"Let's Go! NOW!" The team lead was motioning to him that it was time to go. There was no arguing when it came to that tone. That look. Unity and obedience under pressure were the only things that kept everyone alive. Things had gone south in this mission and it was time to get out.
"Come on!" Everyone else was out. They were waiting.
"Help me," a small voice called out. It sounded familar. It sounded scared. He hesitated a moment and began to turn back.
The team wouldn't leave without him. If he wasn't coming on his own, they were dragging him out. But then he saw her. He froze. Things had just gotten worse. A gun was pointed on her. He rushed forward, pulling himself from the team's arms. They too had frozen, recognizing the women in need.
"Noooooooooooooo!" It seemed as though time had slowed to one fourth its normal rate.
BANG! BANG!
Then there was blood. He knew she was gone. Fatality shot with immediate results. No chance for drawn-out, gut-wrenching goodbyes. No time for hand holding and praying that everything was going to be ok. He ran to her side anyway. Sinking to his knees.
BANG!
Curtis Lemansky jolted from his sleep. He recognized the furnishings. He put a hand to his forehead, taking it all in as the reality of the dream faded. He glanced to his left. Tigre lay in a peaceful sleep. He quietly got out of bed and stood up. A glass of water might help. He headed for the kitchen.
It was the umpteenth time that he'd had that dream. Sometimes he was able to reach her before she was shot, but his sacrifice was his own life. Sometimes after she was dead, Lem offed the bastard himself. Sometimes Mackey did the job as Lem bent down to her side. Sometimes a gun fight would break out over her body as the punk's gang ran back to aid their friend. Usually at least half of the Strike Team died on those nights.
He wasn't ready for marriage, settling down and having children yet. It wasn't because he was afraid of commitment or that he didn't want those things. Some days he wanted to get down on his knee and propose right then. No, he was afraid of the liability. He was afraid of his family being used against him. What kind of a world was this? How could he even think about bringing a family into it? Drugs, gang battles, departmental scandals and extreme violence. These would not be the mentors and playmates for his children.
But he knew the bad wasn't the only thing in the world. There was good. People could turn around. Tigre's brother was proof enough. And yet that wasn't were the good ended. Lem had seen more. What was the point in cleaning the city up if not for them? Lem could only go along with doing things the way the Strike Team did by telling himself that these people were dirty anyway. The streets needing cleaning so that children could play in them. And how could he not want to start a family with Tigre? She was wonderful. Exotic, beautiful, strong. She was so much more than even that.
But what then if they ended up like Vic and Corrine? Three children and now an impending divorce. Mackey had only been trying to protect his family and yet things had fallen apart. Was it really true that cop marriages always fell apart? Would he have to be a captain like Ass Invader? That meant making a choice between the Strike Team and a future with Tigre. How could he make such a choice? The Strike Team was a family to him as well. Shane was an older brother, Mackey the father figure of the group and Ronnie the quiet yet dependable brother. Taevon was knew, but he was fitting in well.
He couldn't make the choice.
Lem put the now empty glass in the sink. He quietly returned to the bedroom. Tigre was still dreaming peacefully. He delicately crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes. It wasn't time for that decision yet.
I noticed a ring on Ted's finger tonight on Queer Eye (which I tuned into after watching The Shield twice). Apparently he's married. I hope he went and got it official since this episode was taped back in September 2003, I believe.
Write again soon unless I drown in my Tears from West Wing
~Bas
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Date: 2004-03-10 04:09 am (UTC)Which one is Ted? The gay one, right? ;) The blonde?
Sounds like a good ep of the West Wing. Veterans should get a lot more credit for what they went through.
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Date: 2004-03-10 10:09 am (UTC)This one is Ted The blonde guy is Carson. His lips scare me so that's why he's not in my icons. He also reminds me of T's mom as far as personality goes. Jai's adorable. Kyan is gorgeous! And Thom is sweet. Also Thom redesigns your house. Who wouldn't like that?
All episodes of West Wing are good. Probably? 75% make me cry. I'm such a baby! lol