(Author's corner!
I am so sorry that this took so long to put out, i was struggling to find ideas to put on paper. But i hope you enjoy! Stay safe! Ty)
(Inspiration: OOMPH! Auf Kurs)
Normandy, France
The battle for Omaha Beach rages on through the day. Donald Mycroft pushing through the barricades and tank traps, gaining ground and moving toward the dunes, his fellow soldiers close behind him. He watches on as his friends fall beside him, a group taking fire from a machine gun bunker. He notices a grenade fall close to them. Donald makes a quick, split second decision, darting from cover and towards the grenade, diving onto it and curling into a ball, praying to god for a quick, painless death. His prayers are interrupted by the blast.
Darkness engulfs him.
A light glowing at the end of a long passage.
The passage is long. The air cold and damp, The young soldier stumbles through the passage, flashes of his past memory searing though his brain.
His birth, the loving arms of his mother enveloping him.
"Do not give up dear… Push on… We're waiting for you child..." The voice whispers. Beckoning him further.
"Son.. Fight on boy… You are stronger than you know… Keep going..." Another voice whispers, calling him.
The young man stumbles, falling forward, he draags himself along, into the light.
Pain.