â€œI experienced an interesting psychological change in the few minutes before and immediately after take off. As I had climbed aboard and strapped myself into my seat I felt tense, strange and extremely nervous. It was as if I was in a fantasy dream world and thought that at any moment I would wake up from this unreality and find that I was back at the barrack room at Bulford camp, where we laughed and sang to raise our spirits- and perhaps to show others that we were not scared- personally I knew I was frightened to death. The very idea of carrying out a night time airborne landing of such a small force into the midst of the German army seemed to me to be little more than a suicide mission. Yet at the moment that the glider parted company with the ground I experienced an inexplicable change. The feeling of terror vanished and was replaced with exhilaration. I felt literally on top of the world. I remember thinking, â€˜youâ€™ve had it chum, itâ€™s not good worrying anymore â€“ the die has been cast and it was to be, will be, and there is nothing you can do about it.â€™ I sat back and enjoyed my first trip to Europe.â€ Yet another rifleman who was carried to the beach in the LCVPâ€™s relates one of his incidents: â€œI got on the gun. I set the gun up, and weâ€™re looking, weâ€™re looking. He says, â€œSee if you can spot him.â€ All of the sudden I spotted him, about 200 yards away, and Iâ€™d say about 30 or 40 feet higher than me. He wasnâ€™t firing at me. He was firing down across. So when he opened up again â€“ the Germans, when they fire, they fire fast, they donâ€™t fire like we did, because they change the barrel of their machine guns in seconds. Ours were a pain. We had to take the whole gun apart and screw the barrel off, and then put another barrel on. They would get hot if you fired them like the Germans.