Water

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by DonovanLoucraft

by DonovanLoucraft

Pvt. Henry Jameson: I was never too fond of water. Ever since I was a child I rarely went swimming, not since I watched my brother drown 10 years ago. I barely made it myself and now it makes me uncomfortable to just be near the stuff.
It just so happens to be my luck that I'm put on a landingcraft... I can feel it rock back and forth in the churning waves. Even though I can't see it, I know that the channel is out there and just the thought of all that watery deepness underneath me would scare the shit out of me. But there's other things more concerning going on.

the landingcraft I am aboard is frantically racing towards the French shore with hundreds of other crafts. The sound of 88 millimeter artillery shells rip through the air.
Planes roar over head. And machine gun fire and explosions can be heard not far off.
I glance at my buddy Tommy, we've somehow managed to stick together since we met when we were both drafted. I haven't lost him so far and I'm not going to lose him yet. He's trying to be calm under his steel helmet but I can see in his dark brown eyes the fear and panic start to rise up. I feel it too. The adrenaline rushing up. I try to mentally prepare myself for when we finally touch down on the beach as we motor
along... "GET DOWN" Sargent screams. I hear a growing whistle of a shell... KABLA..

Everything is chaos I feel the heat and pain as my eardrums are blown, I'm tossed through the air. I can see the bloody limbs of the men that were in front of me on the landingcraft now floating in the oily turbulent water bullets rain down all around me kicking up the water... I frantically grab for the sky as I feel my pack dragging me down. I can feel bullets graze my body.
I can't hear, I can't breathe I barely remember where I am.... I can only feel fear as I inhale something I can only hope is air...
Water.

Pvt. Tommy Eaton: some how, some way, through the grace of God I made it to the edge of the beach and crawl into the washed up hull of the 'once was' landingcraft.
I'm scared and confused. I lost all of my supplies swimming to shore... I look over and see the bloated and bloody body of a soldier riddled with bullet holes. He's clutching a rifle.
As I roll the body over to retrieve the gun I have to hold back a sob as I look into the blue eyes of my best friend, Henry.