I was driving from my house to our local town here in the SW France yesterday when I suddenly turned to my wife and said " Just think 70 years ago today at this time my Dad was probably soaking wet, petrified but relieved to have survived the landings." Shame he isnt still here to see these celebrations in honour of all of them.
My Dad always said he was lucky enough to not be in the first wave and in fact his Division only went to France in July. He did however fight in the hedge rows, liberated Paris, fought across France and was wounded at the bulge. As so many of them never wanted to talk about it and only began to tell his stories in the last years of his life.