D-Day by Archie

Approaching the crowded bomb struck beach all I could smell was the horrid aroma of vomit. It got to me as I started to gag. The constant sound of coughing and marshals shouting kept repeating, confusing my brain .Nazi machine guns spraying us down as we were trying to take over the beach. In my mind it looked like a swarm of spitfires had bombed the beach. The ramp lowered as we all charged the sandbar. All I could see was my team dropping in numbers. I could feel my adrenaline flowing through my body. Suddenly I couldn’t move, I was shot!