How accurate was Dog Green From Saving Private Ryan at Omaha.

Correction on the maps of WN 72 and WN 73, at 6:14 it shows the correct number, later on in the video at 6:33 I re-edited and re-painted my map and applied the wrong number "WN73" this should be 72.

My great uncle was there at Omaha...had a foot blown off in the first wave...he's still alive in NYC

My grandpa stormed Normandy, he’s still alive and is going to be 99 next month. Thank you everyone who has left a comment and thumbs up. My grandfather passed away two weeks ago.

My cousin Richard is buried there. 325th GIR, Hq Co. KIA 6/14/44 We visited him in 2019 for the 75th anniversary of the landings. I brought dirt from his home, Buffalo NY and spinkled it onto the grass over where he rests. RIP

"The only people who think war is an adventure have never been in one", said my dad as an old man.

My father was a combat engineer in the 147th Engineer Battalion, 6th Engineer Special Brigade. He was the only member of his team not killed on Omaha beach. He never talked about his experiences. When Saving Private Ryan came out, I asked him if he planned to see it. "No," he said, "I saw it with the original cast." I later learned from my mother that he'd sneaked out to see the movie. I asked him later if the movie was accurate. He said that's just how it was.

I was an extra in beach scenes. Great experience. Spent most of that time as a German MG-42 gunner in the main pillbox. It took over 6 weeks to shoot those scenes. Cant imagine being in those beaches for real.

My late Dad was at D Day .He drove a Sherman tank .Tank was hit .Dad was the only one who survived .Bless you dad .Hope you are at peace now x

That statement at the end has never been so true. It’s soul crushing and so touching being there in those war memorials

The people who maintain the graveyards around Normandy and also Northern France do a very good job, very respectful.

I remember a lovely day on Omaha beach, we were having a picnic and our kids were playing in the sand, it was lovely. We then started to question if this was wrong and in some way showing disrespect to the young men who died there. However after some discussion we decided that this was exactly what these guys would have wanted. The best way we could celebrate what they had done was to watch small kids having a lovely day in the sand.

I’m French. I’ve been to Omaha beach several times. And every time : I feel humble when I see the cost of freedom paid by those young men

I'm a French war in Afghanistan vet. I went to the 70th anniversary of D-Day in full dress uniform. Just to thank all the heroes that participated in this battle. One of them, veteran of Pointe du Hoc, in a wheelchair, cried as I insisted on shaking his hand to thank him. I'll remember it for all my life.

My grandfather wouldn't go see the movie. I understood and miss talking with him. He was one of the Rangers that climbed the bluffs on Utah beach

I am a British veteran of modern actions and when I saw this film for all that scene of the D-Day landings there was a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. That was only a small section of the whole thing that was happening at that time, a mere glimpse into the whole horror. People today have forgotten what was given to them by the sacrifice of those brave men. To quote the Kohima address: 'When You Go Home, Tell Them Of Us And Say, For Your Tomorrow, We Gave Our Today.' It is and will always be, to me, the most poignant part of the Remembrance Sunday Parade that I attend every year. Ubique.

My uncle landed on Omaha, D-day +3, he said the carnage was beyond anything anyone could ever imagine. Bodies, blood, body parts as far as the eye could see.

If you trigger an 80 year old case of PTSD from a movie, that's more of an authenticity badge than any film critic can give.

I took my father when the movie came out. He whispered to me , “That is why I joined the Army Air Corps.” He said that in the first 20 minutes. On the way home, he told me he knew he could get killed in the air or shot down, but if he survived the mission, he would have a decent meal and a warm bed.

My father was a sailor on an LST that delivered tanks to Omaha beach. He told me that it was the most frightening day of his life.

I visited Belgium in 2007. One day, near the border with Germany, I stumbled across a memorial to the battle of the bulge. I walked from the parking lot to an elegant yet conservative vista looking down on to meticulously manicured grounds. I was shocked and nearly wept at the thousands upon thousands of crosses blanketing the fields. What was more heartbreaking was learning that memorial was only for allied soldiers in that battle. There was no such memorial for the thousands of German soldiers or civilians lost in that battle. People who likely just wanted to be safe in their homes and going to their job the next day. To this day it breaks my heart to reflect on that memory.