Post by 1337larry on Aug 26, 2007 1:30:17 GMT -5
This is a World War II comic, Dedicated to the members of the 16th Infantry Regiment, Deployed June 6, 1944, on Easy Red sector, of Omaha beach.
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There was puke welling up in his lower throat, He hadn't eaten anything two days previous to Overlord, So it was only bile. Many of the men around him, had been horking up bile, once or twice in the last few minutes. He was cold, He was wet, and was being force to stand up for 45 minutes or so, In a solid Metal piece of floating trash. It was raining, or might as well have been, water was spilling over the sides, like rain. Besides the water splashing, and the puking every once and a while, It was silent. Captain broke that silence.
"All right boys, I'll make this as simple as I can, Run Like hell, and stay as far away from each other as possible, It's gonna be a long run, so conserve your energy. We got the largest stretch of beach, ain't that right Seargeant?", Captain John K. Habernathy had no accent, just a bland, somewhat dark voice.
"Correct Sir," Our Sergeant, Staff Sergeant Paul Graveths, Replied. He had more of a Texan accent, but not by much.
"And keep the sand outta your weapons, Don't need 'em jamming when ya go to nail a kraut." He instructed.
"Hey!" One of our guys exclaimed.
"What Is it Tills?" Another Asked.
"That boat, It's going way off course,"
Harry M. Tills was small, and had a light voice, and an innocent face. He was a rough fighter, He just didn't resemble one. The man who had responded was Mark G. Shaprezo, He was the Tallest, at 6' 1, He had longer hair than most, due ot hte fact that he had been in the army for a while. He had a dark, and always seemingly dirty face.
"Well, Shit, That's something they'll have to worry about." I replied.
Their was another period of silence, I lost count of time after half an hour. It was only I regained that time when the driver yelled.
"2 minutes!"
Everyone was shaking, whether from Cold, Fear, or both, everyone was shaking. Soon after the Driver screamed out again.
"60 seconds!"
I clutched my Garand, covered in clear plastic, and hugged it to my chest.
"30 Seconds!" He held up 3 fingers.
My breathing quickened, As the bile creeped up into my mouth, and I spit it out onto the metal floor.
"Ten seconds! Good Luck out there!"
My eyes widened, as the door dropped...
Criticism is welcomed
Tell me if you want more
-----***This Is only a preview***-----
There was puke welling up in his lower throat, He hadn't eaten anything two days previous to Overlord, So it was only bile. Many of the men around him, had been horking up bile, once or twice in the last few minutes. He was cold, He was wet, and was being force to stand up for 45 minutes or so, In a solid Metal piece of floating trash. It was raining, or might as well have been, water was spilling over the sides, like rain. Besides the water splashing, and the puking every once and a while, It was silent. Captain broke that silence.
"All right boys, I'll make this as simple as I can, Run Like hell, and stay as far away from each other as possible, It's gonna be a long run, so conserve your energy. We got the largest stretch of beach, ain't that right Seargeant?", Captain John K. Habernathy had no accent, just a bland, somewhat dark voice.
"Correct Sir," Our Sergeant, Staff Sergeant Paul Graveths, Replied. He had more of a Texan accent, but not by much.
"And keep the sand outta your weapons, Don't need 'em jamming when ya go to nail a kraut." He instructed.
"Hey!" One of our guys exclaimed.
"What Is it Tills?" Another Asked.
"That boat, It's going way off course,"
Harry M. Tills was small, and had a light voice, and an innocent face. He was a rough fighter, He just didn't resemble one. The man who had responded was Mark G. Shaprezo, He was the Tallest, at 6' 1, He had longer hair than most, due ot hte fact that he had been in the army for a while. He had a dark, and always seemingly dirty face.
"Well, Shit, That's something they'll have to worry about." I replied.
Their was another period of silence, I lost count of time after half an hour. It was only I regained that time when the driver yelled.
"2 minutes!"
Everyone was shaking, whether from Cold, Fear, or both, everyone was shaking. Soon after the Driver screamed out again.
"60 seconds!"
I clutched my Garand, covered in clear plastic, and hugged it to my chest.
"30 Seconds!" He held up 3 fingers.
My breathing quickened, As the bile creeped up into my mouth, and I spit it out onto the metal floor.
"Ten seconds! Good Luck out there!"
My eyes widened, as the door dropped...
Criticism is welcomed
Tell me if you want more
