Krayfish88
"Get ready!" Shouted the plane supervisor. The men of the 101st Airborne stood up in unison. "Hook up!" Every one took their safety harness and tightly fitted it onto the steal rope drawn the length of the Plane. "Check Gear!" He continued to shout orders over the loud rumble of the plane as we checked each other's gear. The orders ceased as the fist 88 anti-aircraft started to fire. Shards of metal careened through the air tearing up plane by plane. Machine gun fire penetrated the hull making a sick mess of the troops. In all the confusion, the red light near the open door blinked green. The sweat glistened on the men's faces as they steadily approached the door. I was number five, no wait, four. Every step made my apprehension grow. The training I had undergone flooded through my veins making my senses acute and my muscles strong. Number three now. Questions sieged my mind trying to squander my fear. "Will I survive my jump? If I do, can I get to HQ?" The thoughts abruptly stopped as number one lay on the ground cradling his gut whimpering. The Plane supervisor yanked me hard on my parachute harness. The all too familiar words screamed in my ear. "Go, go, go!" I leap gracefully from the aircraft. Dizziness almost overcomes me, but I am safe.for now. I pull my chute and fell the tug from the large canvas. I look up at the sky lit up by the anti-aircraft fire. Planes all around me hurtle past trying to escape the bullets. Hundreds upon hundreds of solders float down to earth. I look down now searching my LZ, but it is too hard in the smoke and fog. Two minutes later, I thump on the ground rolling to my side. I cut my chute and pull my tompson from the shoulder harness. Taking a fresh clip and tapping it on my helmet, I shove it in my weapon. I crouch deep in the grass aware of an MG-42 near by. Very careful not to break a twig in the darkness, I approach the machine gun bunker slowly. Shouts in German reach my ears. I hold still begging they didn't see me. They continue to fire. A sigh of relief. One.two.three. The rate of the guns fire ceases. They have to reload. Taking this opportunity, I reach for one of my grenades, pull the pin, count two seconds, and throw. Silence.all of a sudden I hear more German gibberish and boom. Fragments spray everywhere. In a brisk run, I trot to the gun and find a wounded German (affectionately known as a Crout by the solders) trying to load his Mp5. He has his gun up before I could scream for help. I hear the shots and close my eyes.but nothing happened. Is this what dieing feels like? I felt my body, no holes or wounds. I look around to find one of my good friends and Non Com reloading his M1 Garand.
"Thought you might need some help Dave." Said Dunken sarcastically. "Yeah.thanks." I said breathless. "You better get ready to take a walk Dave. We have a long way to go before we reach HQ." Replied Dunken "How far we to our companies position?" Dunken looked pathetically at Dave who he just saved. "Ever since we landed, we have been behind enemy lines. Anyway, stop the chit chatter. Saddle up and move soldier." I pick up my tompson and move forward with my companion into the hazy forest.
"Get ready!" Shouted the plane supervisor. The men of the 101st Airborne stood up in unison. "Hook up!" Every one took their safety harness and tightly fitted it onto the steal rope drawn the length of the Plane. "Check Gear!" He continued to shout orders over the loud rumble of the plane as we checked each other's gear. The orders ceased as the fist 88 anti-aircraft started to fire. Shards of metal careened through the air tearing up plane by plane. Machine gun fire penetrated the hull making a sick mess of the troops. In all the confusion, the red light near the open door blinked green. The sweat glistened on the men's faces as they steadily approached the door. I was number five, no wait, four. Every step made my apprehension grow. The training I had undergone flooded through my veins making my senses acute and my muscles strong. Number three now. Questions sieged my mind trying to squander my fear. "Will I survive my jump? If I do, can I get to HQ?" The thoughts abruptly stopped as number one lay on the ground cradling his gut whimpering. The Plane supervisor yanked me hard on my parachute harness. The all too familiar words screamed in my ear. "Go, go, go!" I leap gracefully from the aircraft. Dizziness almost overcomes me, but I am safe.for now. I pull my chute and fell the tug from the large canvas. I look up at the sky lit up by the anti-aircraft fire. Planes all around me hurtle past trying to escape the bullets. Hundreds upon hundreds of solders float down to earth. I look down now searching my LZ, but it is too hard in the smoke and fog. Two minutes later, I thump on the ground rolling to my side. I cut my chute and pull my tompson from the shoulder harness. Taking a fresh clip and tapping it on my helmet, I shove it in my weapon. I crouch deep in the grass aware of an MG-42 near by. Very careful not to break a twig in the darkness, I approach the machine gun bunker slowly. Shouts in German reach my ears. I hold still begging they didn't see me. They continue to fire. A sigh of relief. One.two.three. The rate of the guns fire ceases. They have to reload. Taking this opportunity, I reach for one of my grenades, pull the pin, count two seconds, and throw. Silence.all of a sudden I hear more German gibberish and boom. Fragments spray everywhere. In a brisk run, I trot to the gun and find a wounded German (affectionately known as a Crout by the solders) trying to load his Mp5. He has his gun up before I could scream for help. I hear the shots and close my eyes.but nothing happened. Is this what dieing feels like? I felt my body, no holes or wounds. I look around to find one of my good friends and Non Com reloading his M1 Garand.
"Thought you might need some help Dave." Said Dunken sarcastically. "Yeah.thanks." I said breathless. "You better get ready to take a walk Dave. We have a long way to go before we reach HQ." Replied Dunken "How far we to our companies position?" Dunken looked pathetically at Dave who he just saved. "Ever since we landed, we have been behind enemy lines. Anyway, stop the chit chatter. Saddle up and move soldier." I pick up my tompson and move forward with my companion into the hazy forest.
