There were many D-Days in WW 2. Normandy was huge and deadly and so many brave Americans/Canadians/Brits lost everything.
Dad was in a few invasions in the Pacific. Every pissant Island was an invasion. Some were really awful for the marines/army.
God Bless the men who fought for the allies in WW 2. Our last war fought to WIN.
BTW, my dad landed on Utah Beach, and I never use the term 'D-Day'.
“D-Day and the glider, it’s something you’ll never ever forget,” he said of the lightly-engineered aircraft. “The shell of that glider just rumbles and rattles. You wonder if it’s ever gonna hold together for you to get to the ground. It was the most scariest thing you could ask for.”
But, if he had the chance, he admits he’d probably climb on board again.