“It was close to two o’clock in the morning when I heard the engines. It wasn’t like the sound a single plane makes as it comes toward you then dies off as the plane passes. The sound filled the air and went on and on. The sky was so full of planes, they blacked out the stars. All I could see were the dark outlines of the aircraft. Bombers, fighters, tow planes pulling gliders. The noise continued until dawn.”
The invasion had started.
A D-Day memory from James K. Neyland, one of nineteen veterans profiled in my upcoming book.