My late step-grandfather came ashore on the morning of 6th with the Devon and Dorset Regiment, and was promptly shot in the leg as he was moving ashore. Having taken cover, he was picked up by stretcher bearers and was being moved to a dressing station, as part of eventual evacuation, when he was hit, again, this time in the head, with shrapnel. He got back to the UK sometime later in that week and eventually rejoined his regiment as they moved east. His sons or daughters didn’t join the armed forces, but I did.