Wounded soldiers, June 6th, 1944.
The summer of 2007 I visited France, and I was in Normandy on June 6th. Later that week, I met an American Airborne veteran in the Charles de Gaulle airport. He was a medic who parachuted into France. A recent stroke left him shaky and difficult to understand, and he kept offering me cough drops.
He told a story of how he set up an aid station in a church the night before D-Day and began treating the wounded. At one point in the night German soldiers took the church, but left when they saw it was serving as a hospital. He and several other medics wound up treating both Americans and Germans.
He told me how a mortar shell crashed through the roof and landed in the center of the church, but it was a dud, and their lives were spared.
He wore a 101st Airborne Screaming Eagles ball cap.