D-Day: Part 2……….. The machine gun fire tore above my body. I was huddling behind the seawall with the rest of my company’s survivors. Me, Lieutenant Manns, First Sergeant Thomas, and a few of the replacements. We were the only survivors left assigned to our company, the rest were in hospitals or other companies.D-Day: Part 2
I’d lost my radio in the water, it had already almost drowned me once at Slapton Sands when I’d fallen off the LCI. This time we, the Lieutenant and me, had been betting on actually hitting the beach and not some off shore shoal.
We struck out.
Somewhere down the b
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I opened my eyes as my hearing slowly returned, I was almost sorry it did. The quiet was replaced by yelling and explosions. I was face down in the dirt somewhere in a field in France. I’d landed in a sewage ditch. Disoriented I struggled to stand up I was immediately pulled back down.
“You okay Corporal?”
It was Captain Manns, my company commander and direct boss since I was his radio man.
“Yes sir, the mortar shell scared the hell out of me,” I mumbled checking myself for shrapnel. A standard drill for me by now after Africa and Italy with the Third, I alw
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