Timely and poignant, my late father joined the R.A.N in 1940 . . . different theatre, same struggle. Lest we forget.
My Uncle was there, in the US Army artillery. He's still alive, even though a bullet fragment he carried in his leg, almost got him with a case of blood poisoning several years ago. Living in Canada now, he regularly has dinner with a Canadian Army veteran and a German Army veteran. They are all in their eighties and hanging in there.