Note: This is my first story and I want to some advise and if I should continue. Please tell me!
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D-Day
Well, this is it.
Captain Randall just told us to stand and hook up. I took one last drag from my cigarette and put it out. Then I hooked up and waited for the countdown. I was number 13. I have a bad feeling that that is gonna bite me in the ass once I jump off this fucking plane and start my adventure.
"20 okay! 19 okay! 18 okay!" The countdown has finally started. "17 okay! 16 okay! 15 okay!" I'm getting more and more nervous with each number. "14 okay! -" Oops. "13 o-" Shit! Some fucking Nazi just put holes in the plane! Number 14 is hit. It's pretty bad. Blood is everywhere. I hate being number 13.
The Captain's just ordered us to start jumping. I think I'm gonna be sick. Seven guys have already jumped. I hope they do okay. Number 3 is my best friend. Five more people just jumped. I'm up soon. Captain Randall told the guy in front of me to jump. I watched his chute open, and I watched him plummet to the ground. A German spotted him and put holes all over his chute. Shit. He had a baby back home.
My turn. Captain Randall is telling me to jump. No turning back now. Here goes.
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