The paratrooper who has the number 23 on his chest is my FRiends Uncle John McGuire. He made it through Normandy as well as Arhnime (Bridge Too Far), and The Bulge.
He came home and lived in Nutley, NJ until his recent death.
My dad was there too, but nothing so exciting as D-Day - N. Africa, Sicily, Anzio (but he was a combat engineer and thus didn't go in until the worst was over), and the Winter War in N. Italy 43-44. He had a couple of close calls, was so slightly wounded he didn't even bother to apply for a PH, and came home to start a family and a business. He's still kickin' at almost 83!