B.M.S.

I remember watching A Bridge Too Far with my parents when I was a kid at the Lola Theater in Legaspi City in the late 70s. I didn't know much about WWII then, but I still enjoyed the movie since a trip to a movie house in those days was a luxury that not too many kids my age from my place had experienced. It wasn't until the summer vacation of my fourth grade that I developed an interest in WWII and History as a whole after reading an old copy of the book Guadalcanal Diary from my grandfather's mini library at home -- I sought any information about the subject that I could lay my hands on thereafter.  In high school, I encountered Cornelius Ryan's books at the town's municipal library and devoured The Longest Day and A Bridge Too Far in a span of a few days.  But it wasn't until I was in medical school that I was able to watch the movie again on a pirated VCD in the Philippines in the mid-90s and was amazed that I could still recall with clarity the scenes...