I watched First Blood (1982) this morning for the first time since I was young (we watched odd things in Hungary as we were growing up). Turns out the moral of the story is a broken soldier who suffers from PTSD from the Vietnam war, has nobody to tell about it and just wants someone to hold him and tell him things will be ok.

I feel this should've been the focus of my childhood instead of trying to make my own Rambo knife. 😒