He never talked about it until he was quite elderly. Just came home, went back to work and raised his family. He rests with the thousands of his brothers in arms in Arlington National Cemetery.
That seemed to be the norm for that generation. I used to ask my dad about his experience and all he would say is, “We had a job to do, we did it and we came home.”
The only time he I ever saw him get emotional about war in general was when I told him I was going to enlist in the Navy during Viet Nam. He very heatedly told me no I was not. He had fought a war so his son wouldn’t have to and I was going to college. End of argument.
I don’t suppose we will ever know the horrors these men, very young men at the time (my dad was 20 when the war started), saw and endured.