"We had dropped down to about 100 feet as we crossed the beach and had climbed to between 400 and 500 feet over our "landing zone" (really no landing zone as it was up to us to pick any field we could get into)"

"The damn trees were about 50 feet tall (as in all the hedgerows) and I was about five feet too low to clear them. A tall limb hit my left wing about the same time as my undercarriage snagged in the tops of the trees. The left wing, catching as it did, pulled us in a turn of 90 degrees and we stopped at the base of the trees with the left wing still tangled and the tail section twisted upside down. Not one of us got a scratch."

"When given the green light, I could see two gliders ablaze on the ground and others that had cracked up. No suitable LZ's were visible to my left or right. I picked a half-plowed field half the size of a football field. Upon landing, my glider lost part of its right wing and received damage to the nose section."

"We made one 90 degree turn to the left, we passed over a glider that had already landed. It evidently had hit a mine or something; anyway the whole glider was enveloped in flames. It was then, I became aware of the enemy firing at the gliders and tow ships."