An unashamed bump ...
.... or, in my case, an unashamed lump in the throat in the spirit of Kev's moving story.
Quite coincidentally, I paid my third visit to Pegasus bridge only yesterday afternoon, driving back via the Normandy Beaches after a few days in Provence.
As I stood there recounting to my wife, who had never been there before, what had happened in the early hours of 6 June 1944, and looked once again at the incredibly small area in which the Horsas had to land, and did, so close to the original bridge, I felt just as I did on the previous occasions, and couldn't speak for a while, enormously moved by the incredible courage and dedication of men such as Kev's Father and the brave men they flew.
Thank you so much Kev for sharing such a personal memory.
Jack