It's hard for me to talk about. My uncle was there the afternoon of the invasion and I met and spoke with a retired soldier who was in the first wave on the beach. What they told me makes it hard to write or think about without tearing up and getting emotional. All I can write is that the men who landed were thrown into the coastal defenses like a bare fist smashing into an anvil. I would like to think I would have had the courage like them, but I really can't fathom the bravery and determination those (mostly) kids had.