My dad was with the 4th Infantry Division when they landed at Utah Beach on D-Day. Although seriously wounded in battle (a wound that nagged him for the rest of his life) near St. Lo in France, he said that he had no regrets over the personal sacrifices that he made in helping to rid the world of the Nazi scourge. I remember as a small child the times he lay moaning on the bed as my mom rubbed liniment into his back to ease the agony of the recurring pain from the wound near his spinal column; that's something you can never forget. He also said that his comrades-in-arms who made it out felt the same way as he did about doing what had to be done. Being born and raised in East Tennessee, he was also a lifelong Vol fan, as are his children. Largely because of what my father went through, anything to do with WWII and that era in history has always resonated with me. I will buy this book.