Those nightmares were fueled by grisly memories. He remembers watching from the minesweeper on D-Day as soldiers hit the beaches.
"They were getting slaughtered like hell. As soon as the ramp went down, the Germans started blasting away. I saw bodies float by, some with their faces up. Occasionally, it all comes back to me. I wake up at night and see the bodies again."
Instead of suppressing his war memories, Barletta confronts them. Since 1992, he has been attending Tide reunions. This weekend, he's in Vancouver, Wash., reminiscing with five other survivors. He hardly knew these men back then because he had been aboard the ship only seven days. Now he considers them friends.
"The invasion of Normandy was a great thing, and I'm glad I took part in it," Barletta says. "I feel honored. It's one of the best things to happen to me. We lost a lot of men, but it was the only way to get back at the Nazis."
Say a big thanks to those who survive, and to those who gave their lives on this date.
Or talk about something else -- I'm tied up at an online news conference here, so it's an open discussion thread.