‘It was a sight so paralyzing that tears came to my eyes,” Iain Macleod recalled in his lyrically penned recollection of emerging on deck of the ship that would transfer him to the landing craft set to deposit him on the shores of “Gold” beach during the D-Day invasion. “It was as if every ship that had ever been launched was there, and even as if the sea had yielded up her wrecks. It was as if every plane that had ever been built was there, and, so it seemed in fantasy, as if the dead crews were there, too.”
“There had never been since time began such a rendezvous for fighting men: there never will be again,” Macleod concluded optimistically.
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