Grandfather was a medic with the British XXX Corps, landed on Gold beach, after already fighting in North Africa and Sicily. Suffered from PTSD and some other issues we can probably attribute to being the British Army heavyweight boxing champ for a time for the rest of his life.
While recalled back to England and knowing sooner or later the invasion would become reality, he shortened our last name to sound less Jewish, in case he was captured.
Dad has a picture of him and Monty smoking their pipes together in some goddawful desert. Died of mesothelioma 20 years ago from the asbestos in North Africa. Though I didn't get to know him real well, I'm thankful for what he and his generation did for the rest of humanity, and he'll always be my badass grandfather who helped save the world.