It has taken me eight hours to answer this since receiving it.
This is possibly the best compliment I have received about Steve ever. Because it fills me to the brim surprise and with a humility that does not, can not, be described in eight letters.
I am glad, and relieved, though they are paltry words for it.
Thank you, too. I try my hardest, research unending details that will never hit a paragraph ever, because I have so many respects to the military that raised me (us) and the city of bases that surround me. It’s beyond important to me, with the same kind of passion I try to focus children into making clear sentences, making Steve and the Navy, and the SEALs, show through clearly. Correctly.
The beauty. The horror. The honor. The depravity. The inspiration. All of it.
Five million words to describe something bigger than my heart, and my childhood, and my city, and my life. To fill his correctly, from every hint and faux paus the show has given to every real life documented detail, and so many that are not. To make sure I never slip and give him Air Force details or terminology, as that was my parents branch and mother’s milk of my infancy and introduction to the military and the base I was on today, even.
I’m glad. Quietly. Fiercely. Fragilely. In a way that has taken eight hours to be able to even compose you this letter, even though I teared up when I saw your words. I want to hug you, and slip my hand in yours, and lean my head against your shoulder, and I want to salute your father, and the life that would have given him, and you, and your family.
For being the amazing hero(es) I only emulate an ink-stained character to.
It is my humble honor to know I’m doing this all justice.