The Assault on Omaha Beach.

The first wave.

A few hours after the briefing, the two ships went at full speed towards Omaha beach,Stopping 10 miles out as planned. A huge cluster of transport ships swarmed from the destroyers towards the beach,gunfire flashing from the bunkers ahead atop the hill. A company of soldiers sat huddled in their ship,hiding behind the armour plated door as bullets skimmed by overhead. "Okay!Here's our main approach!We use the pincer formation to flank the enemies! Their most powerful guns are in the center bunker of the three!We stick to the sides of the beach then close in on the center bunker,"Shouted the officer on board, splitting men into sqauds of 12 and giving them fronts to attack."Am I clear?" a huge "Sir yes sir!" Rose up from the men before they saluted. "Good luck men." Said the officer, loading his M1 Garand rifle. Suddenly,the driver of the ship spoke up. "We're nearing the drop zone! 30 seconds till we land!" The soldiers braced themselves,the gunfire becoming more dense as they neared. "This aint gonna be easy..." Whispered the officer to himself.

"15 Seconds!" Shouted the driver. The men drew their Garands and Thompsons,ready to run and take cover. "5!...4!...3!...2!...1!" The huge metal door,previously being used as cover from the seemingly neverending machine gun fire,began to creak and roll forward,creating a ramp. "GO GO GO!" Screamed the officer as the men ran towards cover. some of the transport ships had already delivered their payload and begun to return to the command ships,others stationary on the beaches edge,their drivers killed by stray bullets. After only a few seconds of landing,the beach was already covered with blood and mutilated bodies. The officer ducked behind a pile of rocks,finding a sniper there. "Soldier! We need those guns destroyed now!" He shouted over the rat-at-at-tat of the guns. The sniper put up his thumb, then leaned over the rocks slightly,balancing his scoped rifle on the rocks. He closed one eye,the other behind the scope,moving gun's aim towards a german trooper operating a machine gun in a small sandbag entrenchment. He pulled the trigger,the bullet shooting straight through the mans helmet and impaling his skull,a direct hit to the brain. The soldier slumped backwards from the gun,the hole in his helmet leaking blood profusely. "Good work,lad!" Complimented the officer. The sniper nodded,then took aim again. The officer knew he now had cover fire,so he began to run towards a destroyed allied Sherman tank that had been destroyed after reaching the shore via boat.

(Hey guys! Connor/Shadow here. Sorry if this chapter is a bit short! I didn't have much time for this. Next chapter will be up soon! Cya all! :D)