From a friend's FB...
"My father landed on Utah beach on “D-Day Plus Three,” June 9, 1944. He was a dentist assigned to a medical unit of the 148th Combat Engineers Battalion. The unit had trained at Camp Shelby, Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and then shipped out to England. His unit and battalion eventually fought in the Battle of the Bulge.
My father rarely spoke about his experiences in WWII, but he refused to fly in an airplane until 1971. It wasn’t until the 80s that he told me he had spent two weeks after the invasion taking dead paratroopers out of trees in France, hence his admittedly illogical reluctance to fly.
It is almost impossible for us, today, to imagine the danger of their mission in 1944, and the degree to which it must have affected the rest of their lives. Without their sacrifice, the Allies could well have been defeated by the Nazis. We must never forget what they accomplished."