I was watching a documentary about the sinking of a transport ship that carried heavy water from Norway to Germany during WWII (Greatest Mysteries of WWII: Hitler’s Sunken Secret), which is fairly interesting.
To me, however, the most important thing was not that. They interview, some 60 or 70 years after the fact, a civillian who was on the boat and survived. His fiancée was with him, and she couldn’t swim, so he thought she died (spoiler alert: she didn’t).
As he speaks about it (spoiler alert: with her by his side, now his wife of many years), his eyes fill up and he chokes when talking about the horrible feeling that she was gone.
That was for me the most important thing in the doco: even during a war, even after all those years, love still matters… I was really touched by that.