Dear Diary, June, 6, 1944 I am currently located in Normandy along side my mates. 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes and 150,000 service men surround me. This day was brought upon us because of certain allies crossing the English Channel and taking refuge on the beaches of Normandy, France. I can remember jumping off the boat ramp, swimming to shore, and then crawling to near by cliffs. While crawling on the beach alongside some of my best friends the Germans quickly took them down one by one. I kept running only to see more and more people being shot and helpless. Within me I felt so much adrenaline from being surrounded by people yelling or screaming helplessly, the quick movements, and the numerous shots being aimed at us but that only pushed me harder to fight for my life. Surviving D-Day was tough but the reward of making it inland was worth it. I did it with my ceaseless training for over 2 years, the amount of supplies handed to everyone, and the other men who were depending on me to take the beach so they could come ashore and win the war. Winning and surviving put together made for a hard fight. I am so thankful to still be alive because I know my life could’ve easily been taken away like my friends. It was hard having to pass my friends on the beaches and seeing them all torn up or covered in blood but I knew it wasn’t the right time to get sidetracked with my emotions. This invasion could’ve failed if the
