Fighting the Battles

            It was a dark time during the battle of D-day, many good men have died for their country. Except me, I was there where it all happen, my name is Jonathan William and I survived D-day, Iwo Jima and the battle of New York. I was just a rookie, my good pal from high school was there with me on my side, his name was Beckley. We headed towards the beaches of Normandy. Once we got to the there bullets started flying in every direction, most troops were killed by the second, but Beckley and I got to cover in time. We ran towards the trenches to meet up with the remaining survivors but so few of us were left. We got into the building and every single man in each room started shooting, many men died but we took over the beach. Some men were dead silence because they truly understood what a man could do to another man. I was one of them I decided to get out of there but soon after I saw a man figure, I didn't know who he was but I shot him immediately. When I got closer my soul left my body in disgrace on what I've done. I've killed the man who truly understood me. The man who knew everything about me that I didn't even know was dead with a bullet to the heart. I couldn't feel anything in my body my true best friend Beckley had died. Two men took me away from him after one hour. My commander was 5 feet away from me talking to chief from our navy. The battle was over but not the war.

A year has passed and I was no longer myself ever since Beckley died I received the news that I was assigned to another battle. I was dropped off at base camp, but everyone was packing for battle. I didn't what to do so I walk towards another rookie, his name was Hugo I didn't say a word to him but he looked at me with a strange look.

"New here?" Hugo questioned,

"Yeah, what's happening?" I replied,

"We're going to the battle boy, and please call me Edward I don't like my last name," Edward said back.

            We were on foot and walked for more than 2 miles, all we heard were bombs and gunshots nearby. Edward was a little nervous just like Beckley, we made it to the battle of Iwo Jima. We were supposed to take the island. I was now in position for a fight and the Japanese were coming our way, most of our men decide to take them head on. They all failed, and I wasn't surprised because even I knew that was a stupid idea. This battle wasn't like last year where bombs were going off by the second and all I could hear were screaming and gunshots. I didn't like this not one bit until a nuke was coming over us. I quickly ran somewhere, I wasn't thinking straight and landed in a hole. The nuke-blasted as much dirt onto me, I couldn't move there was just so much dirt everywhere and a wall brick landed on my legs.So it was hard for me to crawl away. I started to panic so bad but nobody could hear my screams. The gunshots were louder than my cries. The feeling I felt underneath the dirt and wall was the type of feeling where you seeing your loved ones dying but you can't do anything about it. Until a man started to dig me up I didn't know how he heard me but thank god he did. It was Edward he was fearless during battles and a killing machine. He'd sacrifice his own life just to save someone he doesn't know and take away the lives that cause trouble. I don't remember how long I was underground but when I was on the high ground I saw the most incredible thing I have ever seen, four Americans soldiers trying to save their country's flag from touching the dirt. They were putting it back where it belong and I was amazing. Later on, we've won the islands.

            Russia defeated some of the Germans but their Karma came back to bite them by getting bombed. France tried keeping German Nazis away from their people, but much more came with airplanes and tanks. Germany always kept getting their karma by America, Russia, and France. Ours was coming soon. They gave me six days off and I didn't really care, because like I said this war changed me. Once I made it to New York I saw many people dancing and having a little fun. Until I notice German airplanes dropping bombs onto the streets of joy and laughter. Many children were being killed by that killing machine, and I only had a pistol. I didn't know if there were going to be any Germans walking our streets, I notice a young man with a uniform like a min. His name was Brad and I ran over to him and told him to get some cover while he still can. He was calm and scared and he obeyed my orders, for once I felt like a leader. Then we notice a few people with Tommy's shooting at everyone, it was up to me and Brad to kill them. It wasn't long because there was only a few but one, however, shot me in the arm making helpless. I was on the ground yelling at Brad to help me but instead, I got the edge of the gun. Not just any ordinary gun, but Brad's he too was one of them, he showed me a tattoo with a Nazi symbol. I wasn't able to hold on anymore, I thought I was going to die until a man shot Brad. I couldn't remember his face but every day I thank him for the life he'd given me. The had ended a couple of years later and I was glad it was over, many good men had died. I never got to see Edward ever again, and I'll carry my guilt from killing my best friend. But I'm just glad everything is over.