"Never tell a soldier the costs of war."
It certainly captures the hand-wringing and emotional tolls, but it's also rather sanctimonious and contrived, so I think you'll mostly feel manipulated into a tiny little box in the corner.
Alan Rickman's final role, so there's that saving grace.
It also does a sufficient job pitting hawks against doves in a fine 12 Angry Men sort of way. Primarily, one room.
By now, all that's rather moot, because the film is virtually On Demand right about now.
Anyhoo, there's your twelve second hotwash.
Turn your attention toward October; that's when things get magical.