So many young boys and men who died that day.
One think I do know is about my family. I ventured to the city veterans memorial last week and got some pictures. My dad and two of his brothers served in World War II.
Dad on the other hand was home on D-Day, or at least back in the states. Not because he hadn't joined yet, but because he had enlisted, and was severely wounded in September 1943, while serving with Darby's Rangers. He was recovering from his wounds, and would not return.