My Father was there he told me it sucked.

His favorite story was the life preservers they gave the men for the landing ship ride -- it was a big collar affair filled with sawdust. When the men hit the beach they threw these life preserver collars overboard -- they sunk!

My Dad was a combat medic in the US Army. He was 3rd wave D-Day -- his job was to triage field treat the wounded and tag the US dead -- it was a bloodbath he told me.