We all picked him up in his wheelchair and brought him out onto the beach. There was a large group of us around him, about 50 or so. He sat there on the beach in his wheelchair and told us stories about what it was like that day. He talked about all of the bodies. He said there was no way to walk a straight line on the beach without stepping over the body of a dead American. He told us about how one of the medics he was with had taken a wounded soldier all the way up to the wall at the end of the beach -- it was the only place that would provide cover from enemy fire. The man he brought had lost an arm.