"The channel crossing was vile. Vile means awful, disgusting and horrible," he says. "I kept throwing up every half an hour. I felt like I was going to die." He adds that it was almost a great relief to get onto the beach despite being wet through.
This is the second part of my account of going to Normandy to remember the brave actions of my Grandfather and other soldiers who took part in the D-Day fighting on 6 June 1944. You can also listen to me describe how it felt to meet one of my heroes, the comedian Eddie Izzard. https://teacherluke.co.uk/2014/06/10/184-lukes-d-day-diary-part-2/