The Door dropped....
The door dropped and i bolted out, trampling dead bodies and living men alike as i ran, bullets zipping past my face. I was scared, i wanted to scream! Im lucky i made it through that day D-day, june 6, 1944; D-Day. I cant help but reapeat that over and over so many times its allmost like its the only memory i have. Anyway my best friend David was shot and killed just as we landed, i forgot about him, i shouldnt have even if i was getting shot at i shouldnt have forgot. i regret that, but i remember now, im a world war two veteran named John Nelson. right now i am 80 years old, and in good health too. Well anyway i should get back to the story (damn ADD). As I ran from the landing craft i felt a sharp pain in my right bicep that traveled the length of my whole arm for a short period of time, soon forgotten due to the fear and excitement of war. after being hit i ran to the dirt wall where my squad was surposed to meet up, only my capitan and i were there.
"hey! nelson! getyour ass over here i need you to gather weapons and ammo from wounded and dead soldiers, only enogh for you and me though, Go! Now!", hollered capitan Beck. he was kind of any angry sounding person but thats just his voice, he is accually more sincere and nice.
Short chapter
(lol all are gonna be short!!!)






