The military would not take my father for a while as he was 6 ft and 120 pounds. Finally they got him, and he was in England and D Day was 2 weeks away, he was going to Normandy. Then an officer went into the barracks and asked if anyone could type, and my father was the only one who could, so they put him into an office. He did go to France and Germany a bit later.
Wow, strange how things work out!
My Dad flew on D-Day and about 10 years ago the government of France awarded him (and others) the Legion of Honour for his service, supposedly their highest honour. I, my wife and brother and SIL, were honoured to be there to see it. I felt so proud (and unworthy!).