From another perspective, my uncle was killed on the Cherbourg peninsular during the D-Day landings in August 1944. He was a radar nav in a Mosquito that suffered a total electrics failure at night - so no lights and no radio. They came under "friendly fire" and were hit. They expended all their identification flares, but were able to recover to Picauville and landed safely. Unfortunately no-one knew they had landed, and another Mosquito collided with them as it landed after them. My uncle was the only fatality, a few days after receiving his second DFC...
I was born some years later, so I never knew him.
These things happen...