[Lt Col.Rick[505th]]

I woke up to the thrasing of artillery shells. I was abandoned by the medic. I felt fine except for the pain in my shoulder but it wasn't bad enough to stop fighting. I was in a trench about 1/3 up the beach. There were wounded everywhere. Some blood from a nervous cpl next to me sprayed my face. He was not blinking just breathing. I left the med camp and moved up the beach. The men were being massacred with the machine guns in the canyons. I ran up next to a major and started to talk to him "Where is the tank support?!". He answered "THERE IS NO TANL SUPPORT!" Then a machine gun round pierced his chest. Then a wounded private came up to me and said "Give these letters to my father and son they are about courage, honor and sacrifice". I had never seen the man before but I took them anyways. There was a little MG-42 nest up there. I had to try to find a bazzoka man...
(keep going this dosent mean stop)