By most accounts, the recent airing of the PBS documentary Carrier has been well-received. In the genre of reality shows, it is certainly a welcome alternative to such programs as Bridezilla, and it successfully captures poignant pieces of human drama in a spectacular, awe-inspiring setting.
This is not your father's documentary with scenes of jet aircraft firing off of catapults while a sonorous voice says, "80,000 tons of American sovereign soil with the power to preserve freedom." Make no mistake, I love images like that and would probably join up again if they would have me. But there is something very different about this PBS offering. The cat shots and slamming recoveries are all there (stunningly photographed) but there is much more. It is a "warts and dimples" look at the Navy that has a genuineness not obtainable through pure marketing. Perhaps I am biased but I believe that the dimples outweigh the warts, that one cannot look into those young faces and listen to their stories—then witness what they do—without feeling a rush of pride for our Navy and a feeling of hope for this great nation.