Major General Uzi Narkis was beside himself. Hidden away in his chambers, the commander of the Israeli Central Command contemplated the events of the preceding week, the greatest week of his life. His sense of elation was infused with the pain of missed opportunity; in the cauldron of war, he now realized, no one had bothered to document, to preserve the sights and sounds of the glorious liberation of Jerusalem, to commemorate the architects of the operation. Persistent rumors reached his ears: his counterparts, the other commanders, had beat him to the punch. They were already hard at work, recruiting reserve brigades to serve as extras in the production of a film reenacting the Six-Day War.