My own Pop went over on something like D-Day + 12, I'm not sure where he landed but I believe it was one of the American Beaches, on the trip over under cover of darkness, he woke up, they'd been on board the vessel waiting to set sail for sometime and unable to move apart from (I imagine) answering a call of nature. He'd fallen asleep, so part way across he stepped over others and made his way up top to see what was going on and described two Americans with a heavy machine gun, or perhaps slightly heavier piece, on the Bow who gave some friendly advice about returning down below lest they get fired on.
That's the story as best as I can recall it when he told me 40 or so years ago.
He was a servicing commando on 609 West Riding Squadron.
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