It was a murky day; you could taste the fear in the air. I, Lieutenant Oliver Phillips, was sweating more than usual. Shaking, I took my small, round, dirty canteen and took a sip as the soldiers around me were rattling around, not being able to hold down their last meal. As the saltwater was splashing in my eyes, I winced.
As the waves got more ferocious like they were being controlled, as if by the King of the jungle hunting his next meal, the boat collided with the land. I knew it was time to go. They opened the door; most of the soldiers ran out whereas I jumped alongside my brother, Private James Phillips, into the water.
I was in the water; there were loud rumbles and gunshots coming from overhead. I struggled, I shook, and I don't think I'm going to come out alive. I can't get to the surface. But I must, I will. I have to help my brother. He shouldn't be here, he only joined because I did but he isn't as quick as me. He must live, I must protect him. Suddenly there is a loud BANG and a pool of blood formed around me, I look around. "No!" I screamed and I saw my brother, Private James Fabien Phillips, float to the surface of the water "Whoever did this will pay!" I hugged him tightly for the last time and turned away. I must take vengeance; He wasn't supposed to die, not here, not now.
Everything seemed to have stopped for a second, then all the anger got to me. I struggled out of the water. My fists are clenched around my gun, I'm ready to fight, this is what I've been trained for. Before I advance I must find shelter to load my gun, I will hide behind one of the iron hedgehogs. It's as if everything has gone into slow motion the rattling of the machine guns has quietened, the loud explosions and sparks have disappeared. I get up. I grab my gun. And everything has come back: the rattling of the machine guns, the booming explosions, the sparks flying as the bullets spring back off the iron hedgehogs. I break into a run; pushing down everything and everyone in the way, I think I just shoved Lieutenant Harris Aldridge. I can see my target as if he was a dart board so I stop, take my aim and fire. I shot the target four or five more times to ensure that he was definitely dead. But now his friend is aiming for me, so In that split second I run for my life, racing to get to the water. I hear a bullet chasing me and…