Please don’t thank me for my service.

No money, sir. No salutes. And no I can’t tell you what is happening at your neighbor’s house. This 911 call is not a story with a beginning and an end. It’s just a wave we’re riding.

As volunteers, we’re heroes and fools. And whatever else you want. It’s not noble and it’s not novel — others came before, more will come after.

We’re not all inspired soldiers marching through to serve you like in some civic patriot newswire. We’re a mix of accidental and personal visions of why we’re here, a batch of reasons stolen from too many places to name — family, role models, memories, daydreams. With some of us it’s a curiosity that could kill a cat. For others it’s the best thing we could come up with to fill the time.

Motivations don’t matter. It’s about what you make of what you see. As Godard said, “It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.”

So please don’t thank me for my service. It’s all an ocean of meaning. I’m making what I can from it. Come on in, the new waves are rolling in and the surfing is fine.

Objectif 49 film club — 1930s and 1940s