My maternal grandfather was on the beach that day. He only spoke of it one time to the family. He said that he couldn’t understand why so many people around him died and he didn’t even get a scratch.
“He only spoke of it one time to the family”.
Seems most of my generation’s dads were WWII vets.
And one thing I’ve noticed is that most vets who saw real action never talked about the war. My dad never, ever talked about the war. To this day I know very little about his time served.
I recall being mystified as a young child at photos of my dad dressed in uniform in north Africa. He was part of the allied invasion of Italy where he was wounded at the battle of Salerno.
Seems the Normandy invasion eclipsed American involvement that proceeded D-Day.