The following is a story of a young Canadian man who fought in World War II. This is a fictional story so not all of the characters are real nor some of the actions that took place. Some of my facts may be incorrect so bare with me.
June 5th, 1944
"What the hell is your name soldier?" yelled the sargent "Private First Class Charlie Ryder sir!" I yelled. "Why are you here soldier?" "To protect those close to me, and to be the best soldier I can be sir!" "God Damn it Soldier, that was beautiful." "Thank you sir." I replied. Later that night~I went to my bunk where i usually clean my weapons but i was extereamly tired after my rounds. "Ryder! didnt you listen to a god damn thing i said? we're leaving for Normady in 07:00 hours, get to sleep boy." "Yes sarg!"
06:52 June 6th, 1944
As we boarded up i noticed the frighten look on everyone's face. I had no idea why until we landed on Normandy beach. Bullets and bodies everywhere. I took cover in the water line. I slowly made my way up avoiding the sights of the gunners. I finally mad it to the bunker with a gunner and as i aimed at him he turned around and yelled "der Abschaum!" which means die scum. As he ran at me with a bayonet. I pulled the trigger and hit im in the chest. As he looked at me I said "Ich werde heute nicht sterben." I'm going to die today. Another soldier comes behind me and shoots me in the shoulder. I turn around as i fall to to the ground and shoot him in the head. "Get the fuck up you hopeless bastard" I said to myself. I slowly rise after about 20 minutes. I've got get back to my squad, if they're even still alive.
40 minutes earlier
"Squad, we've got little chance of survival. Some of you WILL die, but this is it. I love you all, see you on the other side."
08:00.
No one iss on the beach. I'm the only one left alive. I run across the beach, searching, hoping that I'm not the only one alive...