My father lived through the Utah Beach landings as a child, because he lived 500 metres from the beach. The Americans arrived at the family farm, which should have been empty. They fired in bursts all over the place to secure the premises, then entered the house where they discovered, to their amazement, my grandmother, my uncle and my father hiding under the dining room table. Luck sometimes works in the right direction. More fear than harm that day for my family. Thank you to our liberators.