I would encourage all of you guys to go and revisit or visit the museum of the regiments.
Its a frightening and scary thought to be a soldier in an assault craft, crawling towards the beach, while machine gun fire rattles off of the bow ramp, and artillary screams over your head and explodes with teeth rattling ferocity.
If you were lucky enough not to get shot as the ramp dropped, you had to drop heavily loaded into freezing cold water and sprint for cover while watching friends and comrades cut down around you. The bunker emplacements probably looked like they were a thousand miles away.
with the failures of the aerial attack and naval bombardment it was just fortunate that day that the German High Command was paralyzed by their fear of Hitler and incompetence
If Rommel had gotten his way and gotten his armored divisions the D-Day invasion might have died on the beach. Instead Rommel ran out of time.
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