Personal Narrative On D-Day
This is Isaiah Carter. Today’s date is June 5th, 1944. I sit in the battleship waiting for the day to come. The D-Day which should be called. It was in a way devastating and depressing. The mix of feelings coming out of my heart that keeps beating like a car going 100 mph. I took out the old diary that I wrote back in 1898. Looking at the words, I wrote when I was eight. Man, life is really short to a kid who was born in this war era. Before, the actually landing on Normandy, a British general announced, “90 percent of their men expected to die in the landing.” I overheard them talking about this. I know this battle might be my last and on my tomb stone it will be written as Isaiah Carter 1890 - 1944 honorific African American soldier from
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This battlefield is nothing like a war-zone, but hell. Our New Allied’s tanks got sank and hundreds of soldiers died even before they cover themselves under the sand. I was shaking. Shaking like a dog that got terrified by the thunderstorm by the first time. I covered myself in the sand slowing crawling with my rifle. Even till now, my hands are still shaking, I hope someone can read my words if I die. Moreover, soldiers like us who got drafted while we were working in a factory were basically the ones who stood at the front row. Just getting off the swimming tanks, I saw my fellow colleagues floating on the ocean with their arms unattached to their bodies. We were taught to be cold blooded on the battlefield. However, at the moment when you see someone who you’ve been working with and living with died in front of you. There’s no way of not being traumatized. I saw several soldiers running towards the gunfires recklessly. At the moment I thought they were brave heroes. Nonetheless, they were trying to suicide even before the actual plan of this invasion starts. I held my cross on my neck. Blessing all these fellow soldiers rest in peace. I tried my best to cover myself under the sand. I know what Mom has always been telling me. God will guide you to the right place if you believe in him. And yes, that’s the reason why I’m still here writing this diary hiding under a whole bunch of unknown stuff that covers me up. To
This battlefield is nothing like a war-zone, but hell. Our New Allied’s tanks got sank and hundreds of soldiers died even before they cover themselves under the sand. I was shaking. Shaking like a dog that got terrified by the thunderstorm by the first time. I covered myself in the sand slowing crawling with my rifle. Even till now, my hands are still shaking, I hope someone can read my words if I die. Moreover, soldiers like us who got drafted while we were working in a factory were basically the ones who stood at the front row. Just getting off the swimming tanks, I saw my fellow colleagues floating on the ocean with their arms unattached to their bodies. We were taught to be cold blooded on the battlefield. However, at the moment when you see someone who you’ve been working with and living with died in front of you. There’s no way of not being traumatized. I saw several soldiers running towards the gunfires recklessly. At the moment I thought they were brave heroes. Nonetheless, they were trying to suicide even before the actual plan of this invasion starts. I held my cross on my neck. Blessing all these fellow soldiers rest in peace. I tried my best to cover myself under the sand. I know what Mom has always been telling me. God will guide you to the right place if you believe in him. And yes, that’s the reason why I’m still here writing this diary hiding under a whole bunch of unknown stuff that covers me up. To