Adrenaline is pumping through my blood. It is the 6th June 1944 this part of Operation Overlord is called Operation Neptune. My comrades are throwing up all around me, I duck as a bullet whizzed over my head.
My commander is barking orders. We are close. There is no turning back now. I hear the deadly whistle. The ramp went down we were about 100 yards from the beach. My comrades and I wade in the English Channel, on our way to almost certain death. I heard the rattle of a machine gun; my comrades fell all around me. I dived to the floor and crawled towards the cliffs, towards success.
I lay on a mine. I dig and dig. I find the “mine” it is a sauce pan.