My grandfather's uncle, Clyde Clark (who was younger than my grandfather) was a paratrooper who landed behind the lines at Normandy. He he told a lot about his time in the War before D-Day, but never D-Day or after. He lived until he was 84, and smoked unfiltered Camels and farmed the family farm until right before he died. A true bad ass. I will lift a glass to you tonight, Uncle Clyde.
