The horizon has never been so dull, as the echoes of war reverberate through normandy. You are on a higgins boat, rocking back and forth, side to side, seeing the helmets of fear infront of you, your grip tightens on your rifle, the gunshots echoing in the distance. Suddenly, the boats all stop in their tracks, and their hwtches all open unevenly, leading the soldiers to gunfire. You must charge. To stay back is to die, to push forward is to die. Suddenly everything around you was just death.
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