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Ch. 2
As I watch the paratroopers drift down, I was reminded of snowflakes slowly floating down to earth. It wasn't until an MG 42 opened fire from across the field that I remembered where I was.
Terrified, I began sprinting towards a low wall in the middle of the field, as the bullets tear up the dirt around me. I dive for the wall, and duck down behind it, as more men do the same. I quickly look down to check to see if I was hit anywhere, luckily I am unscathed.
Over the screams of the injured and the roar of the MG, I shout to the men near me, "Hey, what company are from?!" "Dog!" "Able!" "Fox!" "Easy!" The one from Dog Company turns and asks me "Hey what company are you from?" "I'm from Baker Company!"
Suddenly I hear a loud whistle coming from above. *BOOM* The earth shakes as dirt and bodies are sent flying through the air. I hear somebody yell "Mortars!"
As explosions shake the ground and mortars land all around me, I jump the wall that was protecting me and sprint for the buildings ahead of me. As I near the building, I am knocked back and peppered with glass from the front window as it explodes outwards.
I get up with a few stinging cuts on my face and rush inside with my comrades in arms. We exit the back and meet several Germans coming around a corner. Two Americans go down almost instantly, but their killers are quickly shot by Cpt. Foley who just joined the fray.
I notice a German sharpshooter in the upper window of the adjacent building taking aim, and tackle the Cpt. to the ground the bullet harmlessly hitting the stone floor. I grab my Thompson and get right up to the edge of the wall. I peek out to see where the shooter is, and quickly pull back. I come around the corner and fire 4 bursts into the German, who then slumps over the window and falls out.
As we enter the building we hear a truck pull up just outside, I look up and see a German transport. Instantly I reach for an anti-tank grenade, I pull the pin. "Grenade out!" I yell, as I throw it through the window. Everyone gets behind something, I opt for the stairs. *BOOM* The house shakes from the explosion.
I come back into the front room and see that there are several truck pieces and body parts in the room, as well as a shattered door. We all exit the side door and enter a trench leading to St. Mere Eglise.
After exiting the trench Cpt. Foley begins to speak, "This field is all that remains from stopping us from getting into St. Mere Eglise; once inside however, that will be a different story. We are all alone, and have no reinforcements, so if this goes FUBAR, no one will come to help us and Utah beach will be left open to a German counter attack. Every life, every round counts, whether or not you trained with the men around you, they are you brothers in arms and are trusting you with their lives. With that in mind fight hard and press the enemy back, if we work as a team, and you rely on your training, you will survive this night and we will take this town! So men, take your loved ones to heart and remember that you are fighting to protect them." He pauses, "Now, Go! Go! Go!"
We all scramble over the small hill and charge down the field, until the roar of several MG 42s causes us to dive for cover. I find cover behind a bloated cow carcass that smells absolutely horrible, and I almost want to brave the bullets once more to find somewhere else I can hide.
As the ground around me is peppered with gunfire I begin to notice every minute or so the guns stop for five maybe ten seconds. Peeking over the carcass during this brief pause, I notice the German gunners changing the overheated barrels. Without another thought I take advantage of this, and sprint for the next carcass, diving for it as the guns turn to target me. Breathing heavy, I can't decide if I survived because of pure dumb luck, or if I actually did the right thing.
This time when the guns stopped the other soldiers and I were ready, we leapt from our cover, guns blazing and charged the fence. About halfway the guns begin to fire, but we kept returning fire, keeping them pinned down for the most part. As I run, the man next to me goes down screaming, and just as quickly, he falls silent; I push myself even harder, determined not to be a another casualty. All of a sudden, the ground around us begins erupting in explosions, "Mortars!" I yell.
Twenty yards away from the cover of the fence, I am thrown forward by an explosion behind me, and I feel a sharp pain in my calf. Adrenaline surges through me even more than before, as I scramble to my feet and painfully run for my life to the fence.
Panting heavily, and shaking with fear, I lean against the fence and pull my pant leg up to see the damage. I find a gash in the back of my calf, from a piece of shrapnel, I pull my pack off and grab a pair of medical tweezers, and start pulling the shrapnel out. "Aaagh!" I scream out as red hot pain burns into my calf. With pure strength of will, I pull it out, blood starts flowing more readily, but i bandage it up and inject myself with morphine.
I shakily get up, notice that we are completely pinned down, while half of the men still running to fence are being mowed down by the German guns. I pull the pin on a smoke grenade, stand up, and lob it into one of the gunner's windows. The other's catch on and start doing the same. Gunners now blindly firing everywhere, we ditch our cover and run for the houses.
To my relief the morphine is in full effect and I don't even feel my leg anymore. I get to the doorway of the first house and kick it in. "Martin, clear the top floor, I'll take this floor." says Cpt. Foley. I go up the stairs my Thompson in hand, and come around the corning, gun leveled, only no ones there.
All of a sudden, the wind is knocked out of me and and my gun is on the ground. I turn towards my attacker, with just enough time to dodge a stab aimed for my heart. I quickly get my wits about me and block a punch from the German soldier, and another stab attempt. Grabbing his knife arm I throw him over my shoulder and onto the ground, disarming him in the process. While he is still dazed I pull my Colt M1911 out and aim it him. "Sie schießen mir amerikanisch hund" (shoot me you American dog) he says, so I pull the trigger.
Authors Note: So this concludes Ch. 2, and yes my story is a little dark, but that's because war is dark, and I don't feel that it is right to sugar coat war. Anyways, please Review and Favorite. I welcome and am open to feedback.
- Enddate
