My neighborhood is a free-for-all as far as fireworks go on the Fourth of July. Cracks and bursts and BIG ASS bombs were going off literally like popcorn for several hours right outside my window. Even with noise canceling headphones the biggest booms were rattling my insides. Some of the explosions were big enough to shake the power lines and dim the lights, I imagine that’s what it feels like to be shelled by mortars.
Now that it’s over I feel like kicking back to a patriotic film about this great country. I know just the one.