An Old D-Day Story
I wrote this when I was nine, a time when I didn't know about how brutal this event was. I had a dream about D-Day, and I wrote it down the morning after I had it.
Here it is...
June 6, 1944
Our assault boat was offshore aways when it's ramp dropped. The Captian said, 'If you get lost, look for me...bandits! 9 o'clock! Heads down!!' A German plane started strafing us from our left, but missed; instead hitting the ship next to us, sending it spinning around. "29, let's go!" the Captian called, and the guy behind me got sick. I ran into the water, but it was deeper than I thought it would be and it went up to my forehead. In the water, I saw guys get hit by the German machine gun fire; I felt sick. When I was finally on Omaha Beach, I saw other men get shot by machine gun fire. One guy hiding in a gully got hit in the chest. A shock went through my chest as if I had been shot too. I saw some guys hiding behind obstacles needing cover from the German pillboxes. I gave them cover and found the Captian that was in the assault boat with us. He was very white and holding a machine gun. "Come on!!" he shouted, and we jumped over a ditch. On the other side of the ditch, there was tangled barbed wire, so a soldier was pushing a bangalore torpedo through it. I had my ears plugged when the torpedo exploded. We jumped through the path the torpedo had cleared, and headed towards one of the German pillboxes.
To Be Continued.
It never was continued.
I had this dream shortly after I saw my brother's friend play "Medal of Honor Frontline" at his house, and some of the events, as you can see were taken from that. I was nine years old, however, so I took a few creative liberties.
Soon to be more, old and new!
Hufflepuff
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