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This was made at 2:30 in the morning, some of it may not be right in some ways. Maybe I should do this when I'm awake, not extremely tired. Sorry for some of the mistakes. June 6, 1944 America, Great Britain, and Canada has invaded the beaches or Normandy. The first initial wave of the Army of all 3 have landed on the beach. Men dropping all around us, many wounded, many...dead. I see fellow brothers drowning from the gear weighing them down, and the panic they are pushing upon themselves. People taking one for the team, and that team is revenge, revenge for what they have done to us, and our allies. About 10 minutes in, and were down to about 3,000 men. I sit there, fear all inside of me, and my fellow comrades. We wonder one thing, and this is "how the hell are we going to get out of here alive, when we have a .50cal MG pinning us down?" Simple, we don't. This is the end. This is my final resting grounds, this is where I do not get to say goodbye, this is where I... Panic has taken over me, but the brute courage is taking the rest. I think of this happy place, a place where I feel at home. Home...Home will be waiting for me, but you cannot go about thinking of death, no, that is not how a Marine should act. We act with faith that we will go see or children, wives, family, friends. That is what pulled me through the times on Normandy, knowing that I have a wonderful life after this is all over, but will it ever be over? Thank You for what you have done guys. Thank You. EDIT: Today, June 6, 2014 marks the 70th anniversary for D-Day, so I decided to get a little creative. Also, you all can add on to it if you want, and I will pick the best ones to get added to the story. I don't know, something new I guess. Haha