June 6 1944, Omaha Beach, Operation Overlord
"We are on our way to the beaches of Normandy, this is the first step of liberating France from the Nazi's. Thousands of us packed into small landing boats that will land on Omaha Beach, the most heavily guarded beach. Just my fucking luck i got assigned to the most dangerous landing zone. I can hear gunfire and explosions in the distance. Fear is all over the place, soldiers are crying, puking, and praying. Who can blame them though, Its fuckin suicide running up a fuckin mine scattered beach guarded by heavy machine gun nest and snipers with nothing to take cover behind! I'm glad im not in the front because it is almost a guarantee they will be gunned down when we land. Then MG bunkers cannot be destroyed by bombs so our only chance will be the overwhelming numbers of soldiers charging up the beach, this is like running into a fuckin death! We draw closer to our landing zone as the MG bunkers come into view, they are an intimidating sight. We are almost ready to land i can see the beach now. I pull out my cross and say one last Hail Mary and Our Father before i run to certain death. The whistle blows and the landing ramp goes down, before the fuckin thing is even all the way down the men in front of me get blown to peices, chunks of flesh are flying everywhere. I immediatly jump over the side of the boat as MG fire rips soldiers to peices. Just when it couldnt get worse i see one person get blown in half from a mine. Great! the fuckin Krauts rigged the beach as if dodging bullets isnt bad enough now i got to worry about everystep i take. All over i see men laying dead and mutilated on the beach, the ocean has become red in color from all the blood, dead bodies float in the water as men get mowed down by MG fire. I see men with missing arms and legs, i see others holding thier guts in, and i see others with their brains oozing out from their head, these are disturbing sights that i hope no person ever has to experiance. It is hell on earth and i am in the fucking middle of it! I can see someone taking cover under a tank stopper, he looks like he is only eighteen years old he is only a kid! I can see the utter terror in his eyes as he cries for his mother before a bullet peirces his chest. His dying screams still haunt me to this day. After what seemed like years of dodging bullets we finally took the beach, I look down at the devastaion, thousands of dead bodies wash up on the beach, blood stains the land a dark red, the smell of death is in the air, I can hear the painful cries of dying soldiers begging for death so the pain would end. No one knows what war is really like except for those who live through it. I am lucky to be alive and physically unscathed but mentally, i have been wounded so deep that no medicine can heal. I can still see their dying faces, i can still hear their bloody screams, I can still smell the stench of dead bodies. Sometimes I think i would have been better off if a bullet hit me in the head because if i had known what horrible things i would have seen i would have just ran out in the open and let the germans gun me down. War is no fucking game and there is NOTHING fucking good about it. The cost of freedom was so heavy, I only pray that the people in the future remember the sacrifices these men made on D-Day and live good lives and dont take their liberty for granted becasue freedom costs too much to be toyed with. Godspeed to all my brothers who fell today, St Peters gates will open for you, because you all served your time in hell.