It does bring some comfort.
My uncle landed at Utah and like so many of us- I was weaned on WW II stories.
The captain said to him as they came closer "Mike, get in the back and make sure everyone gets off this boat." So he did.
A few minutes later, the steel ramp of the LST comes down and they are decimated by German machine gun fire; the captain and many others were killed immediately. Mike became the unit commander and they all hit the beach. He and his men were pinned down by machine gun fire for 2 days and eventually fought their way off the beach.
He never wanted to speak of the war but because of my interest and the relationship we had he eventually told me a bit of what went on (he went through the Battle of the Bulge and was captured and escaped). Rest his brave soul.
ME too. RIP Adolph (I know, unfortunate name) Kulik, Donald Mascia' (both of whom immigrated here in the hopes of fighting Hitler and Mussolini, but wound up fighting the Japanese instead, Harold Plank (one of the Rangers who just harpoon guns to shoot ropes up to the cliffs and climed then under heavy fire), and God bless all of those who gave their blood, their sweat, their tears and their lives in order to free a continent.