Overcast is above, the waters are rough, and a light rain is falling. The first wave has landed, and it is time for your squad to join the fight with the second wave. Everybody boards their boats and amphibious vehicles, and the second wave is launched. You are eager to get a chance to fight the enemy whom you despise so much, but you are nervous. You look ahead at the beach. Where is the first wave? Oh, you were looking too far up; the first wave’s numbers are looking a little low, and there are bodies on the beach. Shaken, but not stirred, you are still determined to fight. What’s that Whistling? “DUCK!” you hear from your commander – but it is too late. Shrapnel barely misses your head as you watch an allied landing craft get blown up by an enemy artillery shell. Your commander pulls your head down while uttering a few expletives – you are trying to process what happened. Wasn’t this supposed to be an easy win? You are now terrified, but you must go on as the war isn’t going to wait on you. A few minutes later, you finally reach the shore, but with a lot fewer boats than you remember starting off with. Your squad is ordered off the boat by the commander. You freeze up as you step on the beach, but a firm shove gets you moving again. You and your squad move into position, but a private gets shot and dies on the way; he was a good kid. The long battle goes on, the third wave has arrived and your squad holds position until the support catches up. One of the third wave squads meets up with yours, and the group starts heading to one of the German strong-points. At this time, your original squad has only three out of eight people left – You, a Sergeant, and the commander, a Lt. Colonel. This battle has been gruesome as you have seen your squad-mates die, and you have killed 3 Nazi soldiers, which you still feel guilty about. The group is walking through a narrow path with sandbags piled to either side. You hear something hit the sand bags. You look down. You shout “Grenade!” out to the previously unaware group and jump on the grenade.
June 7, 1944 – The group survived with only one more casualty, thankful for their lives and forever in your gratitude. You are their hero, so that they may make it to Germany to end the war and rescue those stuck in concentration camps. Your bravery made you a hero of Heroes.
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