The waters were rough soon after the landing craft left the carrier that Davis was on. Trent was on his left, praying for the lives on the vehicle.

"Ten minutes until we reach the shore," said Corporal Stringer in front of him. The wave they hit caused the landing craft to shake violently.

In front of him, he saw his friend he made with Trent in Basic Training, Nate. He was leaning over, vomiting the meal he had this morning.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Sergeant Haggard yelled, pulling him back in the boat.

"Sorry Sarge, I'm just not feeling good," he apologized.

Davis was wondering how he ended up here. He knew that he signed up at sixteen, a year younger than his best friend Trent. The duo joined up immediately after Pearl Harbor. They were ready to serve their country. In this moment, Davis knew everyone aboard the craft was scared. Maybe not Sergeant Haggard; he's hard-headed and was itching to kill Jerries.

Mortar strikes started striking down near them and other landing crafts, water splashing on them, drenching their clothes.

"Three minutes," the Corporal shouted again, looking back at them.

Trent had just finished praying and looked at Davis. "We're gonna make it, just need to get off and keep running, and don't stop," he shouted. The mortars kept firing, muffling Trent's voice.

Their destination was Omaha, right in the middle of the beach. British, Canadian, and Free-French forces attacking the western side of the beach, and more U.S. troops were storming the eastern side.

"Get ready to drop the ramp," shouted Stringer, readying himself. The landing craft hit the sand, causing them to stumble backward. The ramp dropped and Jerries opened fire. Soldiers were hit backward, landing on each other. They were meant to move forward, but no one could.

Davis was worrying about his own life. "Over the sides," a voice shouted. Davis watched as his Sergeant climbed over; he dropped his gun and followed him.

Davis hit the water and sank. His gear dragged him down. Davis struggled to swim up and catch a single breath of air. He pushed bodies floating in the water and climbed onto the beach on his stomach. Looking back was something he wished he hadn't done. The water was a cold red.

Sergeant Haggard appeared behind him and dragged him to a hedgehog. "Where's your gun?" he shouted over the gunfire.

"I left it on the boat," Davis shouted back. Haggard left Davis and came back seconds later with an M1 Garand. He shoved it into Davis's hands, which were shaking.

"Need to push up to that sand barrier right before their bunkers. Get your ass up and move," Sarge said, leaving Davis.

Davis looked back at the shoreline and watched as his brothers got mowed down by machine-gun fire. He quickly looked back and decided to run toward a smoking tank. He stumbled through the sand and fell on his back against the tank. Others were beside him, taking cover as well.

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In front of him was a medic patching up an injured soldier. Davis knew it was useless saving him since he could see his intestine. Davis peered over his cover and spotted an armored truck on fire with others taking cover behind it. He counted to three, then ten, then twenty and started running. He met up with Trent. They checked each other for any wounds.

"Are you alright?" Trent was yelling over screams of help.

"Yeah, I'm good," Davis replied.

"We need to keep moving, come on," Trent yelled before running to a sand mound with barbed wire covering the top of it. Without a thought, Davis chased after him.

When they got to the mound, demolition teams had already started blowing up Germans from the other side, creating a path to trenches they could take cover in. They crawled through and fell next to Nate and Sergeant Haggard.

"Have you seen the Corporal?" Nate shouted at the two.

"I saw him get hit by mortar fire," Trent yelled back. All four of them were huddled behind cover in the trench.

"We're gonna follow the trench to their bunkers. Davis, Trent, take point," the Sergeant yelled before Trent started moving. Davis followed him closely behind with his gun over his friend's shoulders.

They moved through and hid behind a barrel from enemy fire. Davis could hear Jerries shouting curses at them. They both peered over the top of the barrel, killing three Jerries in their ballistic fire. They had both run out of ammo in their guns. They hastily reloaded and pushed forward again.

They followed a muddy trail upwards toward the bunkers. Everyone who made it behind the first bunker they had to clear threw grenades into every opening they could find. The bunker ended up collapsing on itself.

The group of soldiers pushed onto the next one. Davis and Trent now in the middle of the pack followed their allies in front of them through more trenches. They took a right into a bunker and started to clear it. Smoke grenades were used to hide from German MG's.

This bunker they were clearing was used as a barracks where the Jerries would sleep. They followed Sergeant Haggard who was now in front of them. He was going for the last bunker they needed to clear. Hellfire approached them as MG bullets flew by them.

Davis watched Trent run ahead to catch up with Haggard. Davis watched him and their Sergeant breeze through Jerries, killing them. Davis caught up to them as they stopped by sandbags. Them and other soldiers created some sort of firing squad and opened up on the Jerries. Davis watched a soldier with a flamethrower rush the bunker. He had his way with the Jerries till someone misfired and shot the tank on his back containing fuel. He burned and died instantly from the glorious explosion.

Davis, Trent, and Sergeant Haggard moved in along with the others into the bunker. Jerries were laying down together with their guns in a pile. They had surrendered. Them and their fellow soldiers pushed out the Jerries from the bunker and had them hostage in a circle.

"Where's Nate?" asked Davis. Without answer, the three looked around for Nate while others made the bunker Contingency Command Post. They grouped up together and found him dragging a soul from the trenches. They helped him bring the injured soldier to a medic at the post.

"I couldn't leave him, Sarge," he said. Haggard didn't answer him. "Hold position here until we have new orders," Sergeant Haggard said before stomping off to a higher rank officer to discuss battle plans.

They had done it, stormed the beach of Normandy and survived. "Damn Jerries put up a hell of a fight," Trent said over the noises of continuous gunfire. The enemy was retreating back deeper into France.

"Hey, maybe you can find that girl of your dreams here after the war, Davis," Nate said jokingly.

"That's not likely to happen," Davis responded, laughing. "Yeah, he's right, he already has Dana back at home," Trent said, joking some more. Dana is Davis's high school crush. The three laughed some more before Haggard came back.

"Alright boys, we're going to wait here until Símone gets here. I just got word that he will be joining our fireteam as a French translator. Once he's here, we're gonna rally up with East Company and provide fire support once they attack Carentan," he went into detail.

Carentan is a town 100 km (62 miles) from their CCP. It would be a long march, but will be worth it