Operation Overlord

Only On A Good Day

The picture above or to the side is of Kyle Carpenter before he courageously threw himself on top of a grenade to save the life of a a fellow Marine. This photo was taken before he was injured and awarded the Medal of Honor.

Do enjoy my story. It is supposed to remind everyone of the sacrifice our soldier make in today's war and in the war 70 years ago. It's supposed to make you laugh, although, I am not that funny but I will try my hardest. For you, my dear beloved readers.

Chapter One

Clouds covered the moon and the loud crashing from the heavy sea kept the lone man nearly invisible as he walked along the expanse of the beach which was named Omaha. Unknown to but a few, this beach would soon become one of five different sectors in the Normandy landings, named by the U.S. and allied forces as Operation Overlord.

It was almost midnight on the 29th of May and little did the man know, where he was standing will soon be witness to one of the bloodiest battles in not only World War II, but in mankind itself. Before long, just minutes after midnight on June 6, American and British forces will begin the battle on those beaches, Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword. As allies they will began their invasion of France and then, together, they will continue onwards towards Berlin. D-Day will be just the beginning of the final stages of the bloodiest war in human history

"Seriously Waite?" A gruff looking man yelled. His rhetorical question was aimed towards a light haired man that was currently trying to run across an obstacle course, but only succeeded in doing it very poorly. "Get over here, now!"

Alec Waite was only 21, and much taller than the average man, coming in at about 6'2 on a good day. He easily towered over the division which immediately caused him to become the odd man out. When he heard the yell coming from across the field, he stopped running. Quickly turning on his heel, he ran over to his commanding officer, General Russell Morrison.

Swiftly moving his arm into a salute to the harsh General, Alec waited for his at ease. The command came, quick and sharp from the rough General who was starting to look as red as a tomato.

"What was with that lousy performance Waite?" Morrison shouted, not even bothering to keep his voice, almost like he was hoping he would be attracting attention from some nearby soldiers. Keeping his mouth shut, Alec looked forwards, but not directly at the General. Alec knew not to answer those kinds of questions.

"The 29th infantry is about to be shipped off for France soon, and you will be a liability if you don't step it up!" Alec stood still, head up straight, eyes hard. He knew he wasn't in as good of physical condition as some of the other men. He was the bottom of the barrel, barely scraped by into basics, especially compared to his friend Ryan.

"Look, I understand that you only joined the Army to be with your friend Ryan Barnett. But," Alec shot his head up to meet the eyes of Morrison's. "If you want to continue and stay with him, you'll need to work harder. Give 110%"

"Yes sir." Alec quickly replied. The General just muttered something under his breath as he looked out over the obstacle course that was occupied by some of the 29th. Ryan was out there, he was easy to spot. While others were already tired from going through the obstacle halfway, Ryan wasn't. He was still sprinting through with an umcompromised ease.

Coming in at 5'9, Ryan was by far the shortest in liken to most of the division. His brown hair was cut to the military standards and he has piercing green eyes. His personality could practically light up a room, or it could light up the barracks. Compared to Alec, Ryan was incredibly outgoing. He made friends everywhere he went. He even got the battle-hardened, I-hate-everyone General Morrison to like him.