dettmer, fairfield, connecticut i was yelling like he tripped over the spun completely around lying on his back and yelling, i'm here amid mom mother. and then he was silent. i looked over to my left and sergeant clarence of lynchburg, virginia. i always mention their names and where they came from. i don't want people to forget about them. clarence robertson was staggering by me without his helmet. gaping hole in the left side of his forehead, his blond was streaked with blood. i was yelling, get down! and this used to be my nightmare is appealing. get down because i never forgot that scene. and i guess he couldn't hear me anyway. the on that beach was horrendous all these shells coming. i got flamethrowers blowing up with the guys getting on fire a noise was, was tremendous and it went on for seven years before he had the idea, he had actually tried to convince members of congress to do a world war two museum or a d-day museum and his offices in the research center where he was collecting, transcribing these oral histories. and gunter was ed and these would come in and and he'd sa