I thought 1998’s “Saving Private Ryan” was the best movie about war I had ever seen. Steven Spielberg wasn’t shy about showing, not “guts and glory,” but instead, guts, blood, fear, and horror that would stay with soldiers for the rest of their lives. The first 24 minutes depicting the landing at Omaha Beach on D-Day was harrowing.
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