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Journal Entry: June 6th, 1944.
D-Day...that's what they call it?! that's probably the second worst name I've heard...besides Nazi. So, the higgens boats are waiting for us, and I've got to keep my men alive long enough for the other soldiers to establish a stronghold and bunker down...what fun.
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We went across the english Channel and after a whlie, we saw the shores of france...and immediatly, the German Mortar placements began firing on us...after five minutes of Hell, we made it close enough to get out and took shelter behind the Metal barriers, me and my best friend Jim Mccardle picked off the Germans manning the turrets and the mortar emplacements were being destroyed by our own ship-board mortars. "This isn't going to work, John!" Jim shouted, just as he turned, a stray shot caught him and he grunted...the bullet caught him in the side of the head and he groaned, dropping, he was obviously dead, so I ran like Hell, dodging a couple grenades, I caught up with a group called Fox. I stayed with them until I made a wrong turn and was caught by a couple of Axis soldiers, and they knocked me out.
 spartan299 · Tue Nov 24, 2009 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |
