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!
If John Kerry tried to pull his PH jive in WWII he would have been wearing 3 boots.