6th of June, 1944. 0430 hours. Somewhere in Normandy
We walked for a couple mile to the Rally Point, it still gotta be some more mile to walk. But suddenly, we saw a glider was going to land somewhere nearby. Jack gave a signal to stop.
"What is it, Jack?", and then Captain approached Jack.
"Krauts MG squad, sir! There! That farmhouse, sir"
"Alan and…", gunfire! Its the MG42.
"Stay low!", Captain shouted.
"Alan, get close to that farmhouse and clear the emplacement with your grenade. That will buy us some time to move up! MOVE! Everyone else, covering fire!"
I ran to a big rock, and hid behind it. When I fired my Thompson, I saw some people came from behind that farmhouse, they're gone away.
BOOM!
German's farmhouse exploded and became a ruin. The rest approached me.
"Alan, how many grenades did you threw?", Mick asked.
"It wasn't me…."
"Then who?", Carter asked.
"I saw some people passed near that farmhouse"
"What?"
"Flash…", suddenly we heard voice came behind the trees and bushes.
"Thunder!"
"It's okay everyone! It's Captain Bob of the F company!", It's Lieutenant Alex, glider borne infantry.
"Alex Warner , how many man do you got?"
"We're 12, 1 was shot by that MG"
"You and your men blew that house, sir?", Jack asked.
"Yes, kid"
"Get down….", Jack warns us.
"Now what?"
"Kraut patrol, they found our destroyed glider", Alex said.
"Jack, vision on them"
"12 men, supported by LMG, and flamethrower"
"What's your order, sir?", I asked the Captain.
"We'll ambush them, automatic gun on the left side of the road. One clip, that's all, and let the rifleman do their part. Avoid friendly fire, surprise 'em with frags. Let's go!"
We were taking position behind the low wall and the rest took cover behind bushes, checked our own gear, and here they come….
"Frag…."
Grenades threw and the Germans surprised! Thompsons and BARs strafing the Germans, many casualties were inflicted on enemy's side.
"Cease fire! Cease fire! They are all dead! Nice work everyone! Rest of 'em must be looking for us, we better move now…."
0600 hours, airborne troops' Rally Point, Ste. Marie-du-Mont
"Good morning, everyone!"
"Company F? Ah, god! Good Morning, Captain!", men from the Baker Company saluted to the Captain and other officer.
"Hey, buddy! Where's the HQ?", I asked them.
"That one, big white building. And Supply Depot in that barn if you want to resupply"
"Okay, thanks"
"Anytime"
Now I could take some rest, I know it won't be long, but I think it would be enough. I'm very grateful that I could survive through D-Day.
"Hey Alan! Don't just put your feet on that rock! Get yourself here! You'll get fat if you don't move! Yeah hot chow! Heheh….", Mick yelled.
