The plane flew us onto the beach. We were to excited and scared to talk so
we just stared at each other. 4 friends in the 82nd airborne about to throw
ourselves to the lions.
I broke the silence, "It's time to roll!" trying to sound excited
"Yeah" they murmured together trying to sound pumped up.
But they were scared.
Their very souls turned white at the sound of screaming, bombs, and necer-
ending gunfire. It was in their eyes. This terror that plunged so deep that
you could almost see their faces blank as they hit the ground with blood
leaking from their mouths.
And we dropped.
I had just released my parachute and was about 20 feet to the ground when bullets shot up my parachute- I was falling and hit my back on the sand.
It hurt like hell.
But I had to get up. Ben and Kevin helped me and we charged towards a solitary bunker with three machine gun nests. Kevin, Ben, and I both jumped into cover. Quinn was still charging when I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a ditch. "you almost got killed you fucking dumbass!" I screamed as he narrowly escaped 10 bullets being lodged into his chest, "If it weren't for me you'd be using your dick as a pencil!" Quinn just lay there with blank eyes and he couldn't speak. We all crouched up and fired at the bunkers until we could get some dynamite to blow the fence. Then the Captain came with a frail looking boy who blew a hole in the fence. It was an explosion so loud that I felt like my ears were going to explode out of my skull. Ben grabbed my collar and said, "come on chickenshit, wev'e got a hell of a ways to go!" Quinn being the sniper had to hit the guys in the bunker so we could get out of this hell hole. We made our risky run as we left behind some men grabbing at the sand trying to escape the horrible pain of their wounds. A man stepped on a landmine not 15 feet in front of me.
I felt the heat. His arm hit me in the face, and I threw up.
It was that smell; the smell of burning flesh and the screams of unexplainable pain form the men behind us. Little boys whov'e trained for months to come to the battlefield, only to have their lives and everything theyv'e worked so hard to accomplish vanished in the blink of an eye. As blood leaked from thier skulls. We stayed low, and Quinn fired off a shot as we lay out cover fire.
A direct hit. The man went down screaming until he hit the sand writhing in agony. I had to end his pain and I capped him once and the screaming stopped.we reached the bottom of the bunker to a large, unprotected metal door to the small bunker.
"fire in the hole" an unknown voice rang, and the dor went down in a large explosion. The captain was the first to go in. and he shot his tommy into the area, not afraid of getting hit.
Oh his bravery, the bravery I wish I had. I stood there hiding with only my gun pointed. While he ran in there blindly and shooting up a storm. A puff of smoke and it was over the captain was unscathed while 8 Nazis lay dead One soldier was hiding and he came foolishly attacking us.
Kevin and I put his lights out in three shots. Quinn spyed a Luger and got a grin he picked it up when he got shot in the foot. By a small squad heading down the metal stairs. We killed them all except for one casualty and Quinn moaning. His blood gushed out as I quickly tied a rag to stop the bleeding. "You stupid cunt," Ben said, "I oughtta shove this pistol up your ass since you almost died trying to get it!" Quinn just smiled as I injected Morphine into his leg. Which I hated since needles always made me queazy. I remember when I threw a tantrum when I was eight getting a blood test.
But we were on our way, with Quinn limping. We were ready to go up there and save the lives of the boys on the beach. The boys without legs and the boys with no heads and the boys puking up their intestines. It ends here.
I had just released my parachute and was about 20 feet to the ground when bullets shot up my parachute- I was falling and hit my back on the sand.
It hurt like hell.
But I had to get up. Ben and Kevin helped me and we charged towards a solitary bunker with three machine gun nests. Kevin, Ben, and I both jumped into cover. Quinn was still charging when I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a ditch. "you almost got killed you fucking dumbass!" I screamed as he narrowly escaped 10 bullets being lodged into his chest, "If it weren't for me you'd be using your dick as a pencil!" Quinn just lay there with blank eyes and he couldn't speak. We all crouched up and fired at the bunkers until we could get some dynamite to blow the fence. Then the Captain came with a frail looking boy who blew a hole in the fence. It was an explosion so loud that I felt like my ears were going to explode out of my skull. Ben grabbed my collar and said, "come on chickenshit, wev'e got a hell of a ways to go!" Quinn being the sniper had to hit the guys in the bunker so we could get out of this hell hole. We made our risky run as we left behind some men grabbing at the sand trying to escape the horrible pain of their wounds. A man stepped on a landmine not 15 feet in front of me.
I felt the heat. His arm hit me in the face, and I threw up.
It was that smell; the smell of burning flesh and the screams of unexplainable pain form the men behind us. Little boys whov'e trained for months to come to the battlefield, only to have their lives and everything theyv'e worked so hard to accomplish vanished in the blink of an eye. As blood leaked from thier skulls. We stayed low, and Quinn fired off a shot as we lay out cover fire.
A direct hit. The man went down screaming until he hit the sand writhing in agony. I had to end his pain and I capped him once and the screaming stopped.we reached the bottom of the bunker to a large, unprotected metal door to the small bunker.
"fire in the hole" an unknown voice rang, and the dor went down in a large explosion. The captain was the first to go in. and he shot his tommy into the area, not afraid of getting hit.
Oh his bravery, the bravery I wish I had. I stood there hiding with only my gun pointed. While he ran in there blindly and shooting up a storm. A puff of smoke and it was over the captain was unscathed while 8 Nazis lay dead One soldier was hiding and he came foolishly attacking us.
Kevin and I put his lights out in three shots. Quinn spyed a Luger and got a grin he picked it up when he got shot in the foot. By a small squad heading down the metal stairs. We killed them all except for one casualty and Quinn moaning. His blood gushed out as I quickly tied a rag to stop the bleeding. "You stupid cunt," Ben said, "I oughtta shove this pistol up your ass since you almost died trying to get it!" Quinn just smiled as I injected Morphine into his leg. Which I hated since needles always made me queazy. I remember when I threw a tantrum when I was eight getting a blood test.
But we were on our way, with Quinn limping. We were ready to go up there and save the lives of the boys on the beach. The boys without legs and the boys with no heads and the boys puking up their intestines. It ends here.