"Door drop! 30 seconds!"
Collin looked up from the small Lander boat, he could see smoke rising up from Omaha beach. Sweat began dripping down his forehead as it slide off his nose. He wasn't trembling, he was to afraid too. As a round of bullets hit up against there boat and over their heads, Collin tried to swallow, but couldn't get passed the knot in his throat.
"15 seconds!"
Collin looked to in front of him as a guy hung over and puked. Collin him self would have puked if he were not so terrified.
"Alright men! Once you hit he beach, head for cover and make your way up to the German bunkers!"
"5 seconds!"
The man next Collin placed her hand on his shoulder and looked up at him. The mans face had a 5 o'clock shave and his eyes were blood shot. He nodded at Collin and said quickly "Good luck..." That was the last time I ever saw him.
"Now!"
With those last words of the Lander pilot, the front of the boat dropped open.
They could all hear the rattling of the machine guns from the German bunkers. Bullets began flying randomly into the Lander boat. The man to Collins left was struck straight through his helmet and into his skull, he fell back wards and spun around to his stomech and lay their motionlessly. Collion began to breathe heavily. Two guys infront of him began ranning out of the boat but both of them were pounded with bullets. Blood shot up from them as their arms flailed they both fell foward out of the boat and into the water.
Collin looked to his right as saw two guys climbing over the sides of the boat, So he did the same on the left side of the boat. As he climbed up the boat he saw a bullet whiz right in front of his face. His pupils shrunk, He pulled him self over and fell out and splashed into the water.
He pulled himself up to the surface and gasped for air. He looked around him and saw dead men floating amongst the surface of the water. He also saw a few making their way out of the water. bullets began whizzing around him, kicking up water. He realized he probably shouldn't sit their while being shot at so, he began to swim for the shore.
He finally felt the sand beneath his feet and he began to run for one of the tank obstacles. He was almost to one but stopped when he saw one of the men hiding behind it spin around with his jaw clean, ripped off his face from a bullet. So he countined runnign up the beach.
He notice men runing beside him and infront of him. The guy to his far left fell foward as a bullet ripped through his head, knocking his helmet off, blood spat from the hole in his forehead before he could hit the ground.
He was breathing heavily as his heart pounded agaisnt his chest. When all the sudden, He was on the ground, he hadn't realized waht hit him yet. His ears were ringing at an incredible pitch, and he was on his back. He couldn't think, for a momnet he forgot where he was, and his eye sight was all out of focus. Once the ringing began to die out he realized he must have been hit by one of the artillery shells. he rolled over to his stomech and got to his knees. He began to stare blanklessly ahead at the bunkers.
He got to his feet once he saw the sand being kicked up but bullets. He waas walking at first but then tripped falling on his face into the sand. he looked over and saw the sand bunker were other men were hiding behind, on the backs and stomechs. He found enough strengh left in his body to crawl over to the sand bank and collapse on his stomech. He roleld over on his back and began panting. He felt numb.
A medic ran over to him and crouched above him. and talked to him, Collin couldn't make out the words, and he stared to black out. He almost lost consciousness, but he hung in there. He could barly make anothing out. He just made grunting and groaning noises. He couldnt see what the medic was doing but he managed to get some words out. "How im doing?". The medic replyed, but collin again couldn't make it out. He lay his head down and rest a bit, still panting.
