Hello All There - I hope that you'll give this short piece a read and then have a look at my comment afterward. Thanks. Voices of D-Day: Thomas Valence (Sgt., A Company, 116th Infantry, 29th Division) We proceeded toward the beach, and many of the fellows got sick. The water was quite rough. It was a choppy ride in, and we received a lot of spray. Our boat was one of six of A Company in the first wave, and when we got to the beach, or close to it, the obstacles erected by the Germans to prevent the landing were fully in view, as we were told they would be, which meant the tide was low. I was the rifle sergeant and followed Lieutenant Anderson off the boat, and we did what we could rather than what we had practiced doing for so many months in England. There was a rather wide expanse of beach, and the Germans were not to be seen at all, but they were firing at us, rapidly, with a great deal of small-arm fire. As we came down the ramp, we were in water about knee high, and we started to do what we were trained to do -- move forward, and then crouch and fire. One of the problems was we didn't quite know what to fire at. I saw some tracers coming from a concrete emplacement which to me looked mammoth. I never anticipated any gun emplacements being that big. I attempted to fire back at that, but I had no concept of what was going on behind me. There was not much to see in front of me except a few houses, and the water kept coming in so rapidly, and the fellows I was with were being hit and put out of action so quickly that it become a struggle to stay on one's feet. I abandoned my equipment, which was very heavy. I floundered in the water and had my hand up in the air, trying to get my balance, when I was first shot. I was shot through the left hand, which broke a knuckle, and then through the palm of the hand. I felt nothing but a little sting at the time, but I was aware that I was shot. Next to me in the water, Private Henry G. Witt was rolling over towards me. "Sergeant, they're leaving us here to die like rats. Just to die like rats." I certainly wasn't thinking the same thing, nor did I share that opinion. I didn't know whether we were being left or not. I made my way forward as best I could. My rifle jammed, so I picked up a carbine and got off a couple of rounds. We were shooting at something that seemed inconsequential. There was no way I was going to knock out a German concrete emplacement with a .30-caliber rifle. I was hit again, once in the left thigh, which broke my hip bone, and a couple of times in my pack, and then my chin strap on my helmet was severed by a bullet. I worked my way up onto the beach, and staggered up against a wall, and collapsed there. The bodies of the other guys washed ashore, and I was one live body amongst many of my friends who were dead and, in many cases, blown to pieces. 6 June 1944 - Sixty-three years ago, a whole lot of pea-green soldiers, sailors and airmen participated in what Ike referred to as a great crusade. He was correct in calling it that. Those young men did nothing less than fight against, and triumph over, a horrible evil. We owe them a debt of gratitude. My friend, Bob Slaughter, with whom I collaborated on a song about his experiences on D-Day as an NCO with D Company, 116th Infantry, 29th Division, has just released a book. Omaha Beach and Beyond: The Long March of Sergeant Bob Slaughter has been published by Zenith Press, a foremost publisher of military history. I have read it. Hell, I couldn't put it down. That it is riveting is putting it mildly. He tells his story straight from the shoulder and pulls no punches. Damn, it's good. If you'd like to get a copy, you can do so at the Zenith Press or at Amazon If you'd like a copy of the song Bob and I wrote, "A New Dawn Forever", it is on an extended play CD and is available through the National D-Day Memorial Foundation. All proceeds from this recording go to the preservation and upkeep of the Memorial at Bedford, Virginia and the National Museum in New Orleans. You can link to both Amazon and the D-Day Memorial at my website in the Products Section Stephen Ambrose, author of The Band of Brothers, once looked his son Hugh Ambrose in the eye and said, "I want to introduce you to my hero: Bob Slaughter." Bob, and men like him, are heroes to all of us. This is as it should be.