My wife and I watched a lot of old movies together. I had trouble remembering the name of this once and called it “Three Came Home”. But of course, that was another movie.
She was way ahead of me, knowing all the stars of the’40’s. When I started watching with her, I thought everyone was Victor Jory. That became a long standing joke between us.
We also had a game of recalling lesser know actors. One of us would blurt out “Louis Calhern”, the other would reply with “Charles Bickford”.
My uncle John lost an eye hitting Omaha each on D day. They slapped a patch on it and sent him right back to combat. I didn’t know that last bit until the other day. What good is a one eyed rifleman? They must have been desperate as hell. He spent the rest of his life never really ever getting upset or excited about anything…hitting Omaha beach was apparently enough excitement to last a lifetime.