Director Srdjan Keca is halfway around the world when his dad, Marinko, dies suddenly and alone. Grief-stricken, confused, and somewhat angry, he rushes home to try to make sense of his dad’s death, and his life. Once there, Keca begins assembling the compelling narrative of how his parents met, fell in love, served their country, and began their family; “Your mum led the girl’s troop. Your dad carried the baton . . . .” Keca is aided by an impressive legacy of letters, photos, and video footage taken and saved by his father, though things get a little murky surrounding his father’s later participation in the war. Earnest interviews with Keca’s mother, his alcoholic uncle, and two of his dad’s oldest friends, complement Marinko’s footage and propel the gripping narrative toward unexpected discoveries. Throughout, Keca engages a keenly poetic style as he narrates this profoundly personal essay; “Hey Dad, Mum still believes or wants to believe that you had to go. . . .”  WM