My Grandfather went ashore on the morning of 6th June, but I actually know very little about it. He refused to speak about the war when he got back, and it was only just before his death in 1996 that we realised he was a D-Day veteran.
Suffering with alzheimers, he provided vivid recollections of the landing, but couldn't have told you what he'd eaten for dinner 30 mins earlier - very sad.
Without him knowing, he provided me with a great deal of inspiration during my own service. At times when things looked grim [and there has been a few], I thought of him on D-Day and zipped up the man suit without question or further thought.
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