D-Day by Murray

All on the same day.

Carrying my rifle I inhale the stench of smoke, vomit and the sea. The weather was not much different than 5th June 1944 as bad weather. The Commander shouting what we practised; the closer we got, the louder the bombs got.

“30 seconds left!” the commander screamed, every one shivered in fear. Some people made the sign of the cross. Machine guns fired nonstop. “20 seconds”. The ramps were going down. I attack! One step later, I am on the floor.