During WW2, my grandfather and his brother were crossing the Mediterranean via boat when a German U-boat hit their ship with a torpedo. My grandfather made it out alive, while his brother, my great uncle Joseph, became trapped below deck and drowned.
I just saw the way my great uncle died on screen and I can't stop thinking about how scared he must have been. How scared everybody must have been. I can't stop shaking, the morning after watching this. It's an excellent film, but... I really wasn't expecting to actually confront this.
I don't know what to do.