War's Not a Game
A WW II Novel
June 6, 1944
2134 hours
Lost in some field near Normandy beach
My heart was beating. No. I wasn't afraid to die. That wasn't the problem. The problem was knowing you would die in the next 1-3 hours. That is scary. My seargent, dead, my best friend gone, and the remainders of my platoon are soon to join them.
Now, I know what you're thinking, that you don't always die in war. That wasn't the case here. We were going to die. Trapped in this damned hole.
We were surrounded by German Nazis. We were trapped in a mortar hole in a field somewhere near Normandy, Surrounded by snipers. My five platoon mates left were cpl.Dawnings, pfc.Franch, pfc.Smith, and pfc.crollin. Smith and Dawnings were huddled crying.
I understood how they felt. Hearing the sobs of them scared you. And then there was the non-stopping sniper fire. It was only time before they sweep the field for us. The rest of us, I guess we just accepted it and waited. My hand on my M1 garand was wrapped so tight.
I stuck my head up and saw the flash of sniper fire. Return fire would be stupid and give away our position. I heard crunching noises.
I stuck up my head and saw a Nazi. Fear flashed through my body. I didn't know what to do. I stuck my head up again. I instantly heard a very loud noise, and a muzzle flash directly in front of me.
I saw the bullet.
They always say your life flashes before your eyes when your about to die. Well, I've found out that it's just your military career….