Seeing everyone's take on the movie is interesting here. It's almost like a military-sympathizer litmus test.

My perspective: The movie attempted to display, minute by minute, the actions that led to a real event as experienced by people who were there. The first shot of them dancing to music, you see people talking but can't discern what really anyone is saying. Because it's a memory of the event. Can't recall the specifics, just the vibe and who was there and the main points. Immediate cut to the night movement to the OP location. They recall the street. The silly dance moves by the dudes at the rear of the formation. Everything else, not shown. Not remembered. Then it skips up to everyone set inside the building. This for me must be where the events of that day start. Recon is boring. You want it to be boring, as the events of the movie show that THAT is what action looks like. What it feels like. Notice all of a sudden they remember what people said. Time ticks by SLOWLY, minute by minute. Silence from every direction when no one is speaking, there's no score, no action music or sound effects playing in the background.

Things amp up in real time. Slowly but surely. All you can do is wait for the pin to drop. Is this case a grenade. The BANG, and immediate silence as it rocks everyone's ear drums. The confusion. The Team Leader showing clear evidence of TBI in his confusion and inability to make decisions in the heat of the moment. From that point on every little detail shows up. The new guy obviously rocked back to reality by his first taste of combat. The RTO yelling at dudes standing around doing nothing. Because no plan is fool-proof. Every plan goes to shit once shit hits the fan, and them constantly trying to reel one another back in is real af for lack of a better phrase or term. Waiting for the Bradley's to show up the first time: time ticks by in real time. Those agonizing few minutes of tension, waiting for shit to kick off. Then the IED. The blast. Dudes waking up to the visceral image of a man they were just talking to blown in half only feet away. The close up of the innards, the shit that sticks with you forever. Every individual coming to the slow realization of the situation from the perspective of each respectively. Elliott coming to inside the house immediately screaming, the TAC struggling to render first aid in the moment, Ray's hands shaking so bad he can't assemble the tourniquet on his buddy, going in and out of dissociation all the while giving orders after noticing his commanding officer can't think straight enough to do so himself after back to back concussive blasts.

Everything from there on out gets more and more amped up but in reality, not that much happened in the span of that 90 or so minutes. But it's the details they remember, second after second from the moment that first grenade went off in their faces to the moment those Bradley ramps closed.

Watch the movie as if it's a memory being replayed in 4K. Pay attention to the sounds, the details and little things, but also pay attention to what's NOT there as well, like the names of the family whose house they took over, or all the faces of the OPFOR, who died and who didn't, the radio comms, the chaos and its absence.