I made it for the 50th - on my journey back to Canada (crossing the Atlantic on QE2 with my car) from Lahr. Didn't run across many Americans, except for the one (USAF Res) who I had picked up in Paris to give ride to England so she could catch a train to London (we had worked together during the Gulf War). Mostly the sites we visited were in the British/Canadian sector, though when I tried to go to the Bény-sur-Mer cemetery I was refused passage to it because the only Canadians allowed were those in the "official" party. Just down the road however was a giant marquee with a sign identifying it as 51st Highland Division and offering champagne to all. Once a few of the Jocks on the road saw the Canada license plate on my car, they waved us over and encouraged us to join in the celebrations in the tent. They said they had come ashore at Courseulles on the 7th and fought with the Canadians, so we were all comrades. Later in the day we were down at the beach for one on the ceremonies. As they were forming up they called out to a man standing next to me - "Hey Smokey, get over here" who replied that he hadn't been there, he had been in Italy; they said that didn't matter, so he joined them. Only then did I realize who he was.
Afterwards we headed to Ouistreham to catch the ferry to Portsmouth.