FURY is every bit as Oscar-worthy as the far less thoughtful AMERICAN SNIPER, but its warts-and-all gritty-ness about an Africa-to-Germany WWII US Sherman tank crew is nothing like the rah-rah whitewashing of "military service" that has become the standard of late. All of the tanks driven in the film are museum pieces in fine working order. The special effects of the tank battles are breathtaking in their "realism" (even if WWII tanks rarely engaged in open-field, run-and-gun cannon duels). Pitt's Wardaddy is very likely a reinlisted WWI veteran, older, wiser, craftier and more battle scarred (literally) than his battle-hardened crew. Having served togther since Africa without a crew fatality, having carried the battle into Germany, a beloved comrade dies in battle. Is Fury's luck running out? Out-classed and over-matched by the German Tiger tanks, Shermans die three-to-one in bloody confrontations. Inject into this scenario the never-been-to-Tank-School replacement "assistant driver," Private Norman, a six-weeks member of the US Army clerical corps. Yes, this type of story has been told before, BUT NEVER IN THIS WAY. No matter how honestly unflattering each of the individual character portrayals maybe, the heroism of the group is what carries the story and this film. This is a fractious band of brothers, struggling, ordeal-after-ordeal, to do the right thing. Even though the "end game" in the European Theater of War has begun, each and every pitched battle in the Fatherland claims lives just as if the war had just begun. Soldiers must fight to defeat the N+a+z+i+s, but who wants to die at the end of (any) war? Well woth multiple viewings and the BluRay-only added extras are well worth it, too.