June 1944. D-Day Landings.
Rocketing across the water, the beach and sky blur into one. But in my mind everything is still, even calm in fact. My eyes dart around. I see men. Pain and panic fill their eyes. Some tremble as if catching a fever. Other soldiers clutch on to their weapons as if gripping onto their mother’s hand when learning how to walk. Some soldiers drink from their canteens, as if it’s the last drink to enter their bodies. I feel my heart race, blood pump through my veins. The Captain yells, “30 seconds! Good luck, men. May God be with you and I’ll see you on the beach!” 30,
My heart racing, faster than the waves crashing against us.
My stomach churns, if bullets firing away at my insides.
My legs quiver beneath me.
I seize my gun, holding it close
Men, violently sick.
I twitch in anticipation,
Crossing myself. I pray.
I run as fast as a storm to get to the blockades for cover. Bullets whizz, whistle and whoosh past. My heart pounds against my ribcage, bursting to jump out. Men tumble to the floor, one by one dropping to their knees, like they are sitting ducks. I stumble and fall into the water, the only thing calm. Slowly sinking, I scream for help. But no sound comes out. The only thing that did was bubbles of air. I was battling Mother Nature herself...this was the end... I close my eyes, slowly running out of oxygen. But my men cut the bag off my back and I’m free...Totally free...
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