I saw this movie when I was about eleven or twelve- years-old, and felt sad about Lloyd Bridges dying and being left behind. I also felt sad for James Edwards who was suffering for the loss of his friend. His suffering is what they call to day "PTSD" Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I saw the movie again a few months ago and still find it to be a great and poignant movie. Here are two men; one white and the other black,who deep inside see no color, but love for their fellow man and brother. I can attest to that, for being a combat wounded Viet Nam Vet, I saw how soldiers who were white,black,brown,etc. cried for one another when death was upon them. As God knows my heart, I love this movie and thank those that had the courage to first put it out there and to the great cast.
Review of Home of the Brave
