My name is Michael vellp, my brother, bill, gave me this journal to right down my "adventures" as a solder. I was drafted a few weeks ago. I guess the army could smell out a freshly turned 21 year old as fast as he could die on the battlefield. My pa told me that and it only worried me more. Even though I've been through basic training, I still feel as if a bullet from a German MG-42 has my name on it. Today we set out on a "little hop across the sea" as my commanding officer told me. If I thought what my pa told me was scary, this might as well had given my a heart attack and killed before I could even see a field of battle before me with a M1 garand in my hands. All I know is that we are starting our invasion at a beach I'm not even supposed to know the name of. I know that we aren't prepared, I just don't know how badly.
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The journal of Micheal Vellp
ActionA fictional journal about a young man fighting to survive in ww2
