“And so we went down in the water,” he said. “It kept going over my head because the Americans had been bombing the coast line here for about six weeks prior to the invasion and there were a lot of craters under the water, and the one I went into was way over my head. And I had a Browning automatic rifle across my shoulders and bandoleers of ammo, hand grenades and a gas mask, and I had to get rid of all that otherwise I would be drowned.
“When I got on the shore, all I had left was my helmet and my gas mask, no gun.
“I picked up a gun off the beach because there were so many guys that had been killed so the guns were lying on the beach. And a friend of mine who was from Oshkosh, Wis., hollered to me to come over and have shelter from the machine guns,” he said, tears in his eyes.
“Of the 560 of us who landed that day, only 240 of us were alive,” at the end of it, he said.
“Then, when we went home, there was only 120 of us, and now there are only three,” he said, tears covering his face.
“That’s my story.”