They both vetoed going to see "Saving Private Ryan" on the grounds of "been there, done that, got the T-shirt."
As soon as the door opened and the firing started, he put his head down, closed his eyes, and covered his ears. He didn't move for a long, long time.
Finally, he opened his eyes. The shooting had stopped and the squad tasked to find Ryan were slogging through the French countryside. Without hesitating, he stood up and walked out of the theatre.
Man, I felt bad for him.