6 June 1944
I jumped off the plane in a terrible hurry. The speed was so intense that my ammo package flew away. I looked up and I saw my plane in flames going down. My parachute caught fire just before I hit the ground. I was “lucky” enough to land near a nazi machine gun nest. I grabbed my Thompson and started running towards the jerries that were shooting in the sky. Piercing the bastards was an easy part but my ammo was running out. I was carrying my grandpa’s knife and it was the right time to use it, so I begun slicing and kicking and biting jerries everywhere, till a box filled with grenades caught fire. I immediately hit the dirt. The explosion was so intense that I could not hear a s**t. Everything was in slow motion. Some germans were heading towards me to check what happened. I grabbed an MG34 and started blazin’ it. I was bleeding badly so I soon passed out.
I woke up in a barn, lying down on the ground. My men were with me. I couldn’t see with the left eye. They told me I passed out with my face on the hot barrel. We were supposed to capture some access roads. My right foot was paralyzed from the explosion, so I couldn’t go with them. They told me that they will come back with help as soon as possible…
They left me in a haystack with a Springfield and a Colt just in case the jerries get me. I waited like a half an hour before some soldiers appeared in the distance. I could not see if they were germans or not because of my blurry vision, so I waited till they approached. They said something weird in german and begun setting the barn on fire. I grabbed my rifle and blew their guts on the barn’s walls, but everything was on flames. I crawled out of that hell and started rolling on the grass. My body was full of burns. The pain was unbearable. I s****ed my pants and passed out. I woke up in one piece in a tent with a medic treating my burns. Tomorrow I’m heading to Netherlands…
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