futile. it's all meaningless

Lieutenant Osbourne reads an excerpt from Lewis Carrol's "Alice in Wonderland":

Trotter: “I don’t see the point in that.”
Osbourne: “Exactly, that’s just the point.”

I sat front row center for this wonderful play. The theme is simple: War is useless. It's not clear who are the lucky ones; the ones who die or the ones who live, waiting in fear, for the next raid.

I really liked this because it's not your normal play about war; no focus on action or gory scenes..."Hollywood" stuff...but it's about what happens in between, the conversations, thoughts and emotions that happen during the majority of the time when soldiers spend time in the trenches.

Mr. Hugh Dancy, here is your Tony for Best Actor 2007! (Sorry Brian F. O'Byrne) I worry about Hugh Dancy's sanity though; it has to be emotionally exhausting to do that play every night (and twice some days). By the end of this play, I had a wonderful peaceful feeling. Sometimes after good theater I get a headache; wondering now if it's caused by a physical reaction to overanalyzing or my determination not to miss anything on stage. However, I loved this play with its simplicity, I sat back and was transported back in time. Perhaps this caused my headache to stay at bay.

And surprisingly, the play is not as depressing as it sounds. Jefferson Mays was hilarious as the sly cook. Conversations from "earwig races" (to pass time), to the ratio of fat and lean meat in bacon, and onion-tasting tea was so natural, and so funny. And what the heck is neuralgia?

And without giving away anything of the play, I really enjoyed the curtain call. No bows, just standing in reverence and honor for the real heroes; the veterans who died and fought in our wars. Bravo.