It’s one of the great scenes of cinema. Major Werner Pluskat scans the sea from his bunker overlooking Omaha Beach. Suddenly, he stops. Out of the early-morning mist, hundreds of ships appear on the horizon, accompanied by the fate motif from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. “Mein Gott!” Hastily, he telephones his superior, Oberstleutnant Ocker.
“It’s the invasion! There must be 5,000 ships out there!,” he yells.
