You never get used to it. Never stop seeing your best mate’s face disappear as an enemy shell blasts it away in a split second. Of course people think you ” re crazy when for no reason you stare into space or burst out crying and shaking but what do they know? Have they experienced some of the horrors of war that I have? Do they realise that men selflessly gave up their future so that they could live in peace? 1944. Omaha beach. Orders – At all costs take over the beach. It seems like yesterday it’s so fresh in my mind.
The absolute horror of the situation as thousands of men gave their lives for a few measly miles of beach. The words “Jump, get off we ” re sinking,” still echo in my mind as I stand here washing the pots. “Help! Help! I can’t swim!”Get off the boat! Get off the boat now!” Men were shouting, bullets were flying everywhere and I just stood there not knowing what to do. Should I just stand there and drown or should I get out and go to the beach and probably get shot? Before I could make a decision I was being dragged off the boat by my best mate Jake.
We struggled and dodged bullets but we finally got to the Rommel’s Hedgehogs. We hid behind them and tried shooting the Germans. Bullets were flying everywhere, some hit the Rommel’s Hedgehogs, some missed and just splashed into the water, others hit men that weren’t hiding behind Rommel’s Hedgehogs. “Move forward! Move forward!” The corporal wanted us to move forward! “He’s mad! We ” ll be killed!” I thought. We all ran forward, shooting any German’s we saw. Men were falling, men were screaming in pain.
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We got closer and closer to the end of the beach but we were losing more and more men. We shot and shot but then we stopped. There was no return fire. We had done it. We took over the beach. I looked around.
There were only eight of us left, we lost nearly three hundred men all for a beach. I looked at the sea, it was red from the blood of the men that didn’t even reach the beach. As I turned around there was a gunshot and Jake’s head flew across the beach. We missed a German. He had shot my best mate. I grabbed my gun and I shot the German.
I shot him, I shot him and I shot him. The corporal came up to me and took the gun away from me. I fell to the ground and just sat there. Out of three hundred men on the boat seven of us survived and were on a beach full of dead body’s. I can never get the horror out of my mind.