HEY GUYS, SO I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO, SO I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME FOR WRITING SO, I AM GOING TO WRITE A FEW SHORT STORIES ABOUT WAR. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.
As the freezing cold, and salty water crashes into your landing craft, it splashes against your face. Your 30 pound pack, and gear weighing you down. Your body shaking from hypothermia, and the water, and wind. Your stomach sick from the constant rocking, you can but manage to keep it down. The sound of large caliber artillery and machine gun fire, is breaking your confidence to make it through this war. To you all colours have drained to black and white.
You see distant lights, no, not lights but fire. The person next to you in this landing craft of about 20 people is your brother Scott, you and him got drafted when the war started,leaving your mother, and 7 year old niece behind. "Don't sorry beth, I'll be back, those Germans won't know what hit em" . The flashback ends and you hear the pilot yelling over the waves, and engine "Ok boys head straight forward, don't think about the gunfire just move forward!"You look up and see the water stained red with blood, and the smell of burning bodies growing closer.
" all right boys, we are dropping the gate in 3..2..1" you and your brother are in the center of the group and here the gate drop. Instantly the man in front of you get a shot in the head, sending chunks of blood and brain matter hitting you, you wait for the people in front of you to move so you can go.
An mg42 up in a mg next on the beach head starts firing at your craft, the people in front of you scramble to get over the sides of the craft as they are shot one by one. Blood, none and brain matter are sent smattering the walls, and coating you with blood.
You feel a sharp pain in your right chest as you go over the side of the craft. Bodies littered the water, stained red, others missing limbs. As you go under the salty water fill your mouth, and ears. You can barely see, you look for the surface, and see a body floating, 'There, the surface!' You swim for the surface, bullets hit the water, leaving trails behind them, like comets in space, or a shooting star. They gleam silver from the light, you reach the surface about 10 feet you can see the beach.
You make a mad dash for the beach, and once you reach it, the pain in your chest, you look down, and see blood pouring through the green vest. You load a 8 round clip into you M1 Garand, and fire. The sounds, are deafening, your ears ringing. you black out.
THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STORY, WHILE NOT REALLY A FANFIC, UUHHHH, WAIT, YES IT IS, A SAVING PRIVATE RYAN FANFIC HAH! THERE, NOW I CAN UPLOAD IT. ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING.