D-Day

Authors note: This is my creative piece on D-day and It is being graded on word choice.

 Minutes feel like days and seconds feel like hours, standing in the duck waiting and waiting, then the Lieutenant yells out 30 SECONDS, and you start to pray, praying for your life. Then crash and the doors sling open, and you hear a wave of gunfire, as your comrades are getting torn to shreds as your are rained on with blood you make a quick decision for your life and jump over the side of the duck into the 12 feet of water.

            As you drop to the bottom of ocean you have to take off your backpack witch is carrying your food water and ammo, so when your pack is off you have to swim up twelve feet with only so much breath left in your lungs. As you submerge you gasp for air, but think that you aren’t going to need air for very long. So you start to swim, weaving in and out of the dead bodies in the water you hit the beach and you stand up and you get a great amount of adrenalin that pushes you forward and up the beach. After you run for a barrier you turn around and look back on the beach and see your nightmares coming true.  The sight you are seeing is your comrades the people you lived among for years are being torn to shreds by mortars and the mounted mg 42 in the towers ahead, when you look to your left you see PVT. Miller picking up his arm witch had be demolished by a mortar shell  and putting it where it is supposed to go. You sit down in disgust and start to cry.

            Out of the corner of your tear filled eye you see the Lieutenant and he is calling you over. With one last push you get on your feet and start to run. You hear what seems like a MG-42 rounds hitting the blood covered dirt behind you; when you get to the lieutenant, you find out that he has gathered 15 other men. The men looked petrified, all the men where sobbing wet, they looked like you could ring them out like a towel. The lieutenant is still is focused on the mission and all he is thinking is get to the hill and we will be safe, for the time being. The lieutenant yells out to us sprint for the hill and then he takes off on a full sprint. All the men looked at each other nodded without saying a word and starting sprinting to the base of the hill. When the men get there you find out that out of the 15 men there are 3 men without guns at all there is one machine gunner it very little ammo and the rest of the men have m1-garands with maybe only 1 magazine.  Then the lieutenant stands up and gives us a signal to keep moving up the hill and target the mg-42 gunners. As soon as we got to the top of the hill the mg-42 gunners were targeting us immediately. So we fell back down the hill and then mortar shells were hitting us in all areas we were dropping like flies. As soon as we got to the bottom of the hill something hit the ground in front of me but it didn’t dwell on me what it was until bang it hit me. All I saw was a bright light, and what I heard was a high pitch screech. Then I was out cold, hours later I woke up everything was quite, or maybe I was just deaf, the only thing I knew was I had to get to the rendezvous point.