Being there...
I sat in silence in my battle dress, tin hat, a Red Cross armband prominently on my left arm. Straight ahead, jeeps, trucks and ambulances could be seen mounting the distant hill. In spire of the familiar sound of the convoy making its progress, it seemed incredibly still, almost unreal. The memorable day was June 5, 1944 and I was setting out on what was to be the greatest adventure of my life.