Beach Descriptive Writing
Here I was, the roar of the waves so loud and powerful that it could block out one’s thoughts. Faces all around me, a sternness visible like none other seen before.
The waves crashed over the top of our landing craft, by now the cloth of every man was soaked through, but there was a bigger problem… The gunfire started, the cracking of gunfire that has become so normal in these times, the ambience that man had become used to. Is this the sound of death?
Nobody spoke, looks of fear and agitation visible on each man’s face, this journey of another battle, the salty smell of the sea was replaced by the odour of sulphur from the gunshots becoming ever present as we began to draw closer to this beach. Is this the smell of death?
A shudder consumed the craft and the door opened, already bullets whizzing around everything as one craft after another landed, the bodies of men thrown towards this beach. Sounds of explosions as mines and shells explode around me, sand being thrown high into the air raining down on everyone as if it were a persistent rain, the sea still crashing against the shore as we waddle through the viscous water towards this beach, then as shell’s crack past me and my eyes begin to water a young man no older than seventeen drops to the floor in front of me, another solider lost in the heat of battle. Is this the sight of death? …show more content…
The roar of engines as vehicles began to disembark from the craft, bullets whizzing, cracking as they flew all around us; an explosion next to me; a tank engine; the screams and shouts of men. All replaced in an instant by the roar of a plane overhead, coming lower, lower then beginning to unload its cannons onto the men below. Is this the sound of
The waves crashed over the top of our landing craft, by now the cloth of every man was soaked through, but there was a bigger problem… The gunfire started, the cracking of gunfire that has become so normal in these times, the ambience that man had become used to. Is this the sound of death?
Nobody spoke, looks of fear and agitation visible on each man’s face, this journey of another battle, the salty smell of the sea was replaced by the odour of sulphur from the gunshots becoming ever present as we began to draw closer to this beach. Is this the smell of death?
A shudder consumed the craft and the door opened, already bullets whizzing around everything as one craft after another landed, the bodies of men thrown towards this beach. Sounds of explosions as mines and shells explode around me, sand being thrown high into the air raining down on everyone as if it were a persistent rain, the sea still crashing against the shore as we waddle through the viscous water towards this beach, then as shell’s crack past me and my eyes begin to water a young man no older than seventeen drops to the floor in front of me, another solider lost in the heat of battle. Is this the sight of death? …show more content…
The roar of engines as vehicles began to disembark from the craft, bullets whizzing, cracking as they flew all around us; an explosion next to me; a tank engine; the screams and shouts of men. All replaced in an instant by the roar of a plane overhead, coming lower, lower then beginning to unload its cannons onto the men below. Is this the sound of