Heroes from the Sky

Day 1

It had been six months since I had seen family, face to face at least. All I had was a picture of them looking at it as drops of sweat touch the picture. I touch each member of my family as if I was saying goodbye, I knew what I might loose if I got carried and start sobbing so I pulled myself together wiping a tear off my cheek. I looked around slowly as I see soldiers on their knees and praying that they would survive and that they would survive the next couple days. I couldn't stand the emotion in the rear compartment of the plane. One by one the soldiers broke out intol tears, but they were not sobs of loss or pain but they were sobs for fear of death. Then a familiar man came up to the back part of the compartment, he stood with his legs spread out and his arms behind his back as if he was watching over us like a supervisor. As the light shone his face I could see crystal clear that it was Captain Mustard. Everyone that was in this plane were given nicknames for battlefield purposes. Captain Mustard was given his nickname from the color of his mustache it was more of a honey mustard color but would be easier for him just to go by Mustard. He began to give a speech with his squad mates silhouettes behind him. "You are some of the bravest men in all the western world." He began to pace side to side while continuing to speak. "Either today or tomorrow destiny or fate will be decided, but I am pretty damn sure you want it to be your destiny. We never will surrender to those German scum for we have something to fight for that is worth more than our lives would ever be worth. We have a country that is depending on us to protect them. If there is any group of men out their to do that...it's you. We are PARATROOPERS!" He yelled out, and I could feel the courage build up inside of the men around me and myself. Then he said: Men! Dress yourselves for the jump. We put on our military uniforms on which were fitted to carry extra magazines and firepower (grenades). I loaded my 30 caliber Springfield then added a strap to it to make it easier for carrying. Then for the final part suited my self with a parachute. We stood in columns of five side by side next to each other, I could feel the trembling and wobbly legs of the soldier behind me. He kept saying to himself; "you will make it, you will make it!" I felt the same way but I kept my murmurs to myself giving the message to the men around me that I was not scared or at least they would believe that I was not scared. I wanted to give the men a environment of bravery for them to settle in. Then I heard the sound, beep! At the same time a red light came on and the cargo hatch to the plane opened. The sound beeped three times on the third we jumped one by one down the columns of five. The wind was rubbing against my face as if I was a dog sticking my head out the car window. I started to feel like everything would be ok, it was completely quiet with the exception of the plane engines and the wind streaming past us with a very faint sound. But the silence was broken with a barrage of anti aircraft bullets buzzing through the air. My radio blasted out the words of a pilot yelling that he had been hit and was no longer in control of the plane. Then the radio went silent again and I heard a explosion not of a bullet exploding mid air but a ground eruption of sound. The flames arose from a forest just in front of me. The barrage of bullets continued as the planes kept falling from the sky and more cries from the pilots that were then broke off the frequency and the explosion came back. Some of the screams were also coming from the troops that were parachuting down and I could hear their blood filled screams. My bravery meter deceased to absolutely nothing now as I knew I would be shot down soon. It was a miracle from God, I had made it down with some of my squad members. We helped each other for the Germans that may or might not come. But I heard the ground being crushed by tank tracks running over sticks and dirt being shot up from the tracks. We would not survive a attack like that. So I rallied up the men and we retreated to one of the plane wrecks were we would resupply and rest for the night .