Kultur notes for Private Lynch:

I write this in the forlorn hope that somewhere in Germany, you are idly blogging as the doctors try and figure out if you've been shot or not.
There has been a definite decline in army medical corps performance since my father's day. Now when he got wounded crossing the Rhine River the sawbones definitely knew right away Dad had been shot and then some!
Well, don't sweat it kiddo you are on your way home to a Heroine's welcome in Palestine W. Virginia and elsewhere.
Lemme give you a word of advice though, BEWARE HOLLYWOOD and their knavish tricks!
Yup, you have to tie up the rights to your story early on if you don't wanna get ripped off! I recommend announcing that you are writing a book about your experiences, force that Swifty Lazar character to bid up high for the film rights to manuscript.
And get a good agent, a very good agent, like someone who costs money.
DON'T go with a blood relation or someone who wants to work for free....get Vin Diesel's agent if you can, that guy turned a perfect lout into Prime Cut Hollywood Grade-A...think of what said agent can do for you.
If possible get director approval on any film adaptation of your story, this will prevent the whole project from falling into the hands of a mediocrity like Michael Bay.
Don't sell it all off for a teevee movie either kiddo, hold out for the big bucks on the big screen! Peter Maas wrote a great book about the Squalus Disaster called "The Terrible Hours" only to see a preemo story get turned into a by-the-numbers television movie starring Sam Neill!
SAM NEILL!!!???
The whole thing cried out for Tom Hanks and Harrison Ford, but the book got optioned on the cheap and there you have it.
It was all so much simpler fifteen years ago, if your story ended up as a Bruce Willis project you'd be played by Uma Thurman and would hardly show up til' the ending. Bruce would chopper through the skies of Iraq bitching like a schoolgirl about his superiors until the final fire fight when something gets learned and your character gets rescued.
Now if it was a Demi Moore movie, she'd have to play you and the story would include your escape from the Iraqi hospital and the rescue of a bus-load of Shi-ite orphans on your way to freedom.
Somewhere amidst the slo-mo photography you get in touch with your maternal instincts and life if affirmed once again.
See how tough it all is?
Feel free to hunker down until you are used to all this mishaugas.
Frankly I don't envy you one bit.