Way back when... Pt.1

*1944, Omaha Beach...* "Johnston! Get your shit together man! Everyone, listen up! when we hit the beach, find cover...regroup at the end of the beach in twenty minutes, got it?" A Simultaneous 'yes sir' erupted. "Clear the ramp!" shouted the Captain. As soon as the ramp dropped, half the boat was cut down. The beach was already strewn with dead bodies, shell holes and tank traps were everywhere. I made my way to the nearest spot of cover, just a simple rock. Pulling the plastic cover off of my M1 Garand, I looked around for anyone that needed help. Captain Nettles, Sergeant Thomson, and a few others were laid dead on the beach. That Left me, Sergeant Johnston to unfuck the whole squad, or what was left of it. Putting three rounds into the pillbox, I made my way to the end of the beach. Corporal Jenkins, the company demo-man, shoved a Bangalore Torpedo into the sand berm and hollered "Fire in the hole!" I hit the deck, as sand flew all over. When I got up, I motioned for the group to move up. "Watch for mines gentlemen!" I barked. Of course there was one private that was blown to kingdom come. As the men hopped into the trenches at the feet of the cliff, gunfire erupted. M1 Garand shots, Thompson bursts, even a Colt 1911 shot or two could be heard as we tried to get into the bunker. Our objective was simple...mark the pillboxes with red smoke, so the Navy guys sitting off-shore could blast the fuck out of it. Kicking in the door, Pvt. Price threw a grenade, and took cover beside the door. A loud thunk followed by dust coming out the door, signaled us to go in. (note) part two coming soon!!!!