My Father in law was in the Queens Own Rifles. He made it in the front door of the house on the beach. Some of the older TV coverage of D day events shows a couple of his buddies who carried his casket when he passed away. My wife was with her parents at the 50TH anniversary in France, massive crowds she tells me.
The beach was MUCH wider back then (low tide). But to defy the odds to make it across that beach and lived to fight the rest of the war and return home. He was injured once.
My father also served in Europe. In Holland and France from what I can remember. Like most WWII vets, they hardly ever talked about......
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