I can remember it like it was yesterday, it was the saddest thing in my life.
I was worried, scared and anxious all at once. I didn’t want to do it.
I could smell the reeking sick all around the boat.
I could see lots of Higgins boats from the left and right of me.
My throat was as dry as a rock that had been in the sun for hours.
I was so tired; you didn’t get much sleep in war, as you had to constantly be alarmed, otherwise who knows what could happen.
I was shivering, shivering because the sea kept crashing onto the boat and getting into every corner of it.
I could hear the captain shouting at me telling me to get ready for the attack.
My heart was in my stomach!
The whistle blew with a piercing screech.
I quickly grabbed my trusty rifle and made a run for it.
The water was up to my waist, I was in pain ,my arm was aching, I couldn’t keep hold of my gun , my comrades kept encouraging me to go , but the Germans had seen us !
The deafening sound of the gun fire pierced my ears, but I knew I had to keep going, even if I died I would have done it for Britain.
I had made it to the beach when all of a sudden I had been hit by a bullet in my arm , I screeched in pain as I fell to the floor, for the last thing I had seen was a German’s face .
I was lucky enough for my friend to turn round and help me back up again, for he knew I would do the same.
I had reached the rocks and I was safe for now…
By Lily Torode