George Brant


No one would argue that the nature of warfare has changed between the Stone Age when people threw, well, stones at each other, and today’s impersonal wars fought by drones. Or are they so impersonal? That’s the central question in George Brant’s one-woman show, Grounded, winner of the 2012 Smith Prize for Political Theater.

In George’s play, an F16 fighter pilot gets pregnant and is grounded to protect her unborn child. After giving birth, she convinces the military to let her return, but by then the tactics have changed. She no longer flies a jet, instead ‘flying’ a drone from a trailer in Las Vegas. Through the dozens of cameras on its belly, she sees what she could never see from her cockpit: people, frequently children, literally blown to pieces.

She does that for twelve hours a day, and then goes home to her baby and husband, expected to live a normal life. (Below, I will add my favorite lines from the play about her dilemma in trying to compartmentalize war and home life.)

Grounded is a powerful story of the psychological toll of modern warfare on today’s soldiers. It has achieved well-deserved international success, with productions across America, as well as being named by The Guardian as one of the top ten dramas in London last year. In the next few months, Grounded will be staged in Minneapolis MN, Bloomington IN, Cambridge MA, and Olney MD.

George has two other plays in development, one with the InterAct Theatre Company in Philadelphia PA and the other at the Playwrights Theatre in Madison NJ. He is also working on a couple of film scripts. For more news from George as well as dates for his upcoming productions in the U.S., please visit:

Hard to go home tonight...The desert isn’t long enough...

Read Excerpt from grounded >

Hard to go home tonight
The desert isn’t long enough
Still have bodies in my head
I circle the block a few times
Hope Eric isn’t looking out the window
Then I pull up and the door opens and the happy family greets their hero home from the war
Every day
Every day
Every day they greet me home from the war

It would be a different book
The Odyssey
If Odysseus came home every day
Every single day
A very different book