On the coast of Omaha, tension was building up. Never once it had been so immense, so strong, to the extent that I was suffocating. The boat moved on the gentle waves. Everything seemed so unbelievable. I was at home just a day ago, without a single tinge of fear, enjoying myself as always, then I was pulled into the army. Now, I find myself facing the battlefield, surrounded with those suffering the same fate as me.
The death call was made. The higher-ups ordered the barricade to be pulled down, and that meant that we were going up on the battlefield in no time. As the barricade were pulled up, the bullets came flying in without anticipation. Our frontline was shot down, in an instance. I was petrified. It was probably the first time I saw so many people killed in a single instance. This scene clinged on to my memory for a long amount of time, repeating itself without invitation every single now and then.
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