... live to see home again. 0630 hours Aboard The Landing Craft The craft rocks from side to side, the sounds of men being sick echo through my head. The whistles of the ships artillery as their shells fly over head. "30 seconds," shouted the driver of the landing craft over the sound of the explosions. "GET YOUR HEADS DOWN," I shout as a Stuka dives to strafe the boat next to us, which explodes in a shower of flame as the Stuka pulls out of its dive, a bomb short. I feel the spray of blood lash against my cheeks as bits off flesh drop from the sky into the water around us. More men puke over the side. "20 seconds" shouts the driver. "Ok men this is going to be tough, keep low and use the cover you can and you should be all right. Help each other out ...

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