Writing that last post made me think of my father's experience of war - he was a platoon first sergeant in the US Army Rangers.
He didn't feature in the Normandy landings - he was spared the horrors of Omaha Beach - by that time, he was already a POW.
The Rangers' role at Pointe du Hoc is widely remembered; few remember Cisterna, the rigours of Stalag IIB and the depredations of the Death March.
My father died on April 11, 1992. Not being religious, I don't say a prayer for him on the anniversary of his death, I read a poem. I like to think he'd appreciate that.