The journal of Micheal Vellp

June 7, 1944

We woke up at around 2 am this morning. Didn't matter, I couldn't sleep anyways. Not after what I had seen yesterday. Young men ,not older than myself killing and maiming each other, one side for defense of their nation and the other to destroy a cancer ravaging the entire nation of Europe and trying to spread to the rest of the world. I could barely believe I was apart of it. But I guess if everyone chose to stay out of this, there would be no battle and instead one side would just kill innocent lives without mercy or restraint. It doesn't even need a genius to know what side that would be. Anyways, back to the battle at hand. We advanced from the south while mortar team was positioned 5 miles west with their ears ready to listen for them to fire on the nazi's barracks to kill off the reinforcements before they could get up and ready to fight. We ran into a few scouts we swiftly took down with our bayonets so the nazis that where still at the camp didn't here our gunshots and send someone out to see what was up. When we finally got to the camp (or as we now saw it as a base), Fredrick fired 3 shots of his side arm (a colt 1911) into the air to signal to the mortar team that it was time to start the assault. Nick told us to cover our ears, and for good reason. The first volley of mortar strikes sounded like as if a bunch of lightning bolts were cracked in the sky and even their thunder had thunder, basically it was loud as fucking hell. Then when they landed, the barracks went up in flames and all the soldiers came running out like bats out of hell. Some of them had clothing on fire, others had their own flesh on fire. I was horrified by the sight of it but their screams of pain invaded my mind and left me petrified in fear. Fredrick then slapped me square in the face and yelled at me to snap out of it and get my mind back into the fight. I then started doing what soldiers do best, kill the enemy. I shot the machine gunners on top of the towers to make sure our boys in front made it through the doors. Next I did what I had to do to make sure I had a chance of sleeping with myself tonight. I shot down the burning soldiers to put them out of their pain. We quickly over ran the base and every single nazi in the base was either killed or wounded beyond their capability to raise a rifle. We lost 2 men. Both of them I didn't even had the privilege of knowing their names. When I got back to camp I had surprise waiting for me. Fergus was up and walking. He was delighted to see me and Fredrick made it back alive. He proposed a toast for our success. I wasn't in a mood to drink and he was still recovering so I promptly said no.