秘密部队第一季

又一部体现美国当代英雄主义色彩和大国沙文主义的连续剧,不可否认,它是一部好片.相信喜欢它的人也一定喜欢24小时; 我只是反复不停地问自己一个问题,这个世界上真的存在这样的军人吗? 不惧怕死亡,为得只是效忠国家. 答案是,存在的. 我相信在世界上任何一个国家,都有这样的人存在.
记得BOB在第二季中对KIM说的一句话,"我不惧怕去死,我也不害怕面对死亡,我只害怕留下你,孤独的一个人."或许是这一句话,让我深深地爱上这部片子.
和你们一起分享,每一个喜欢UNIT的人.

作为美国的全球警察战略下的产物，执行的都是一些Dirty Job的任务。看似不可完成的任务，在“蛇医生”的指挥带领下都能出色完成。
刚开始看这剧多少还是被海斯博特吸引，他在24小时里面成功的扮演美国总统给我留下了深刻的印象。虽然一开始看着他抗枪冲锋陷阵觉得有点不习惯，总好像是美国总统在枪林弹雨里摸爬滚打。。。。
值得一看

  出差无聊买的碟，本来是打发时间的，没想到除了图象质量不行内容还真不错。这片子不能深究，直属于总统的武装力量，没有国会授权随时全球出动铲除恐怖分子，打击犯罪，绝对在美国违.宪了。这要让国会知道总统比尼克松死的还利索。

  咱不说这个，电影么还是要放松的，美国作战部队死伤率是很低的，从这部片子可以看出来，对不同作战模式的充分理解与演练，对危险环境做到提前预计与多种应对手段已经变成条件反射一般。小队作战配合，火力搭配都是经过充分推敲的。尤其是，这些士兵对于战伤的处置都经过严格的训练，医疗药品也很充分。这对于我们的作战单位应该有些借鉴。

  始终记得在《黑影坠落》里面，飞行员麦克.杜兰被俘以后，摩加迪沙上空，直升机在向地面呼喊“麦克杜兰，我们绝对不会丢下你”Mike.Duran we won't leave you behind.

从第一季追到现在第四季，中间跨越N年：）

很不错的片子，人帅，装备帅，反正没哪不帅的呵呵

专业角度上讲，这绝对能成为一部教科书似的电视，他们执行任务的专业、细致，各种活动描述的无微不至，看完的人估计都想自己能是其中一份子就爽了哈哈哈，反正我是这么想的~~~

    最近在看《The Unit秘密行动组》，讲的是美国专门替政府干脏活累活的行动小组。首先第一感觉——美国还真是世界警察，现在看了第二季开始，unit成员已经将自己的足迹遍布世界各地，欧亚非拉美，要不是南极那里没什么人，估计哥几个去那里也是板上钉钉的事情。
    同前段时间看过的《士兵突击》比较起来，这部片子当然实战的内容更多（毕竟两个电视剧虽然说得都是军队的事情，但是角度不同），而且还有家庭的一条主线（士兵突击里大家都是单身小伙子）——男人在前方流血流汗，女人在后方也安生不到哪儿去，养孩子的养孩子，做生意的做生意
    在这部电视剧里，多次出现了“中国”二字，俄罗斯已经不见有人提了，中国成了美国一大假想敌。
    在剧中，也展示了美军的实力（不过不知道是真是假），地面遥控无人侦察机，救生装置（充气气球连个绳子，下面栓个人，飞机头前有个剪刀一样的东西，飞过气球，夹住后把人带起来——觉得太神，都有点假了）。
    美剧有一点特点，就是把人当作一个真实的人来写，所以The Unit里有偷情的妻子，有为了给母亲治病不得不做的兼职（士兵猎头），有入不敷出借高利贷的遗孀，有私下的烈士基金等等，当然他也有道德底线，毕竟还是主旋律吗，所以诚实、爱国还是不变的主题。
    在这个国耻日，还是愿国家强盛吧。

在其中一集中Jonas在未知的情况下击毙了身为游击队的老友，关于此事影射了启发The Unit著作的Inside Delta Force作者Eric Haney在洪都拉斯培训该国特种部队的经历，在书中表示他曾经直接参与过和当地共党游击队的地面战斗，在一次伏击中他亲手射杀了一名游击队指挥官，在搜查其文件时发现其为Enrique 'Keekee' Sáenz（ 真名：David Arturo Báez），前美国陆军特种部队士官，曾经参加过Delta Force的甄选。和Jonas一样，Haley也怀疑Enrique在为游击队服务的当中仍旧私下和美国政府有所来往。虽然此事引发了不少争议以及受到部分特种部队队员的否认，但仍旧在本剧中呈现了出来。
节选自原书的内容：
    I rolled the man onto his back and looked him over carefully before checking him for documents. He would have been a handsome man in life. Medium-sized and tightly muscled, with a deep chest and wide shoulders, he had the perfect build for a soldier. I gazed at his dirt- and gunpowder-covered face as I closed his glazed eyes. Jimmy had finished sweeping the perimeter. After positioning his men, he came over to where I was kneeling in the dust. I held up a hand and stopped him before he could give his report. ―Jimmy, take a long look and tell me if you think you‘ve ever seen this man before,‖ I asked as I thumbed through the various papers I had found in the pockets of the corpse. I pulled out a Nicaraguan military ID. ―Jesus Christ, Eric. You know who that is? That‘s Keekee Saenz. You remember him, don‘t you? He was in my Special Forces class and he went to Selection with us. I thought I‘d heard he went back to 3/7 Special Forces in Panama.‖ I turned the ID card over and read the name on the front: ―Capitan Enrique Eduardo Saenz-Herrera.‖ Enrique Saenz-Herrera, staff sergeant in the United States Army Special Forces. I remembered him from Selection as a quiet, competent type. A professional. I didn‘t get the opportunity to know him very well, but I had enjoyed talking with him on several occasions. I remembered now—he had been cut from Selection on the Day of Disappearances. Now he was gone for good. Dead. On a godforsaken, nondescript mountaintop, in a remote and utterly worthless part of the world. And I had killed him.
     Something about this was badly wrong, and I was beginning to feel dirty and used. Some of the nagging little oddities about this mission started to come together in my mind. Like why the CIA had pushed so hard for this operation, and why we had been denied other support. As always when dealing with those people, it was a good chance I wouldn‘t receive any satisfactory answers, but I was as hell going to have a serious talk about this whole mission with the CIA‘s chief of station when I got back to Tegucigalpa. But I couldn‘t stop to dwell on my thoughts just now, for there was still much work to do.