MOH: Rangers
The cold English Channel water sprayed on Capt. John Harman's face, he had landed in North Africa and Sicily, but this was different, this time he and his rangers would have to go up a cliff. Point Du Hoc: 6 June 1944. He stared at his men, their blank expressions told different stories with one basic emotion, fear.
"Ten seconds", cried out the landing craft driver; "Okay boys, our mission as you know is to climb those cliffs, destroy Jerry's guns and hold off any attack, we need to take these guns out, they threaten Omaha and Utah, we can not fail". Harman knew it was easier said then done, "Okay, fire the grappling hooks", the grappling hooks fired from their launchers and slammed onto the rocky cliffs. The ramp door dropped and the rangers ran out while being peppered by fire from the tops of the cliffs. "Smith…… Cpl. Smith! Get your ass over here and start climbing", Harman yelled. Cpl. Smith, a Louisiana native, grabbed the rope and began climbing. An MG-42 unleashed hell on the rangers below; "Foreman, use your BAR to cover the climbers." Harman grabbed the rope and followed the seven men ahead of him. Harman climbed slowly, praying the 100 plus Germans on top wouldn't hit him. Cpl. Smith was almost on top when a German soldier fired his rifle point blank. Harman saw the body fall, taking with it 3 rangers. At the same time a German machinegun crew set up behind some rocks. The five rangers on the rope beside Harman were wiped out by this MG team. Harman, pissed off, stabilized himself on a small step and used his Thomson SMG to spray the area. A .45 caliber round ripped threw the gunners head, spraying the belt feeder with brain tissue and blood. At that moment, Harman saw a German toss a potato masher grenade, it landed on his boot. He kicked it off, but it exploded. Harman lost his footing, and let go of the rope.
End of part one.