ive just read this thread, and it took me back to when i was a 16yr old junior soldier, doing my basic training in harrogate. We were due to go to Normandy on a battlefield tour, and some of the lads were moaning saying it was gona be boring ect. One of the corporals was Cpl Stow. A big yorkshireman, who had old fashioned british values. He told us that we were to be grateful to be given the chance to see the battlfields, and that we are lucky that a war on that scale is unlikely to ever happen again.
He told us that very often, your section (8 men) would be comprised of people from your street,a platoon ( 3-4 sections) would be from streets or towns near yours, a company (4-5 platoons) would be probably your year at school ect.
So, when a company got wiped out, it removed whole generations from towns.
It really brought it home to us.
When we were there, we were viewing the gun emplacements on one of the beaches, and as we were nearly fully trained soldiers, we were asked how we would try and assault those emplacements. I can tell you now, that the only reason that they broke through was because of the sheer numbers of men that were mowed down. It woul have been impossible to kill them all, but the germans tried their best.
Standing on those beaches, lookingup at the cliffs, its a wonder anyone survived.
My girlfriends grandadad landed on gold, he was an armourer with the REME. He told me that he hid behind an obstacle, and cried. He finally plucked up the courage to move forward.