Chapter 1: Bullets, Bunkers, and Beachheads
The Boat neared the beachhead where the fate and strength of many men would be determined. The boat full of soldier's from across the 48 states, would lose all most all of it's soldiers. John Harrison, a Private in the Marine Corps, was one of the many.
John had short, curly dark brown hair. Thick eyebrows, that when he smiled, looked almost menacing. He was 5'11, an inch short of many of the men on the boat.
The intense feel of the boat alone, scared many into vomiting all that was left in their stomachs. John was one of the few who could retain his lunch. Before the beached into the Nazi beach, a commanding officer stood attempted to give a Rallying speech. With his knees rattling, he spoke:
"Men, the cause you are fighting for is worth it. Any man can be brave, but few are soldiers. I want all of you to know, no matter what happens, you all…"
But it was too late, a bullet ripped straight through the officer's head, as he collapsed on to the boats bottom.
"He deserved it. He was an asshole anyways." Someone muttered as the soldiers made their way on to the seemingly unreachable shore.
The men desperately tried to exit the boat in anyway possible. But many fell in the boat anyway they tried. John thought quickly, getting on to his legs and crawling out of the boat. He crawled over the Commanding officer, not stopping to look.
He made it on to the beach alive, but half drowned. He scurried behind an Iron jack. He looked around to his dismay. He saw men falling left and right. He thought to himself I'm so fucked. He prayed to God that he would survive then bolted out from behind.
With bullets flying from every which way, he screamed and let his gone spray bullets. As he leaped into the bunker, the sound of a bullet whirring past his ear made him cringe. Oh shit! He landed in the bunker alive, but the bullet nicked his boot.
"Hi guys." He said as he got up
"No time for chatter. We gotta get outta here before these assholes kill us all."
That's a nice greeting. He thought to himself
But without time to think, a grenade landed right on John's lap.
"What the fuck are you doing? Throw it back!" he grabbed it and threw it out, toward the Nazi's. It did nothing.
As He looked around, the scene looked grimmer then before. Men looking for lost legs and arms, but shot up in the process. It made him realize why he signed up to do this anyways. He grabbed a grenade off his belt, unhooked it, stood up and threw. A set of soldier's, Nazi, were dead an a single instant.
The Firing died down quickly. The 7 soldier's exited the bunker and went after the big guns. A seemingly impossible goal.
That is chapter 1 of my story, many men. Did you like it, hate it, whatever. Please R&R