I stood up, and was standing in the middle of an open field, the one place you never wanna be. I took a dash towards the tree line and ducked down under the foliage under the trunk of the closest tree. I heard some bushes rustling behind me, I whispered

"flash!"

I heard the response,

"thunder!"

Two of the men from my plane and another solider came out of the shadows of the darkness. The mares, David Webster, Ronald Spiers, and some other fellers name, all had lost there primary weapons in the drop.

"David." I said, trying to get his attention "You got a replacement weapon?"

        David replied, "M1911, thats it, and 2 satchel charges."

"Ronald, got anything?"

"Two grenades sir."

"Ok, did you see any flak guns on the way here."

"Just one sir, had around 6 Germans occupying though, about half a click south from here" replied David.

"Alright, find some weapons, meet me at the tree line. Kid, your coming with me". Not one second later that poor mare

was struck in the side of head by a German mp44 round, I didn't even know the kids name.

At the same moment, the German popped out of the bushes and started spraying the MP44 out at us.

I took my Thompson and sprayed about half a clip at him. One shot found its mark, direct shot, straight to the head.

The German fell down to the ground and dropped his weapon with 2 clips of ammunition.

"Ronald. Take his weapon, see if it still works."

Ronald checked the barrel and fired a test shot.

"Good to go."

"Excellent, David, guide us to the flak cannon. I'll think of a plan once we get there"

We found our way to the flak cannon, only 5 Germans were operating the flak cannon.

I looked at my men, I gave them the signal to go to the right and around and proved suppressing fire once I gave the first shot. I got into position and took my aim at the one solder on guard.

I took a breath, looked at this German, took aim down the barrel of my gun, aimed it directly at the middle of the Germans head. Released my breath and fired, the bullet pierced the Germans skull, shattering most of the back of his cranial.

At that moment every German turned my direction and started firing. At the same moment Robert and David fired on at the German infantry. They were all down within a few seconds.

We all came out of the bushes and check the area for any more Germans. At the same moment, David was setting a satchel charge inside the barrel of the flak cannon. He set the timer and yelled

"We got 30 seconds!"

We made a quick dash for the tree line, at that moment, David took a shot to the leg. The tissue inside his leg and his bone was torn open, his leg hanging onto his leg almost by a limb. I went back and pulled the injured solider up onto my shoulders and ran into the tree line while Robert provided suppressing fire.

"Oh, those damn mauts!(kraut). Son of Celestia's mother that hurts like a bitch. Do you have any morphine?" screamed David in pain.

"I think I have one in my med kit."

I reached into my med kit which had some bandages, Sulfanilamide, and 2 shots of morphine. I grabbed a shot of morphine and some Sulfanilamide. I took the morphine shot and pressed it into Davids leg. I then took the Sulfanilamide and poured the substance on the wound to prevent infection. I then took some bandages and patched up the wound.

"We need to get you to a first aid station now." I exclaimed.

He replied

        "We have been in Normandy for 50 minutes and you think some medics have set up a first aid station? You always did have to much hope."

"Oh, shut up lets get you out of here" I replied.

We picked him up by slinging his arms around our shoulders and limped him along the forest to reach more friendly troops.

Some soldiers had seen us limping along the tree line and got our attention. We hobbled over to the group of soldiers. There were about 15 of them, and thankfully one was a medic.

"Hey! Medic, get your ass over here, I got a critically injured lucky bastard here" I yelled.

The medic rushed over and looked at the wound. He replied

"Your going to have to leave him here with me, I'm surprised you got him here without tearing his leg off."

I looked at David, aching in pain. As we we're about to walk away he grabbed my arm.

"Hey, Richards."

"Hmm?"

"Here, your gonna need it more then me."

He handed me the M1911 he had been carrying.

"Don't waist those shots, make them count."

"I will David, hang in there you bastard."

We gathered some troops willing to go back out to take out some flak cannons that were gonna cause some Mayhem on the beach, for the Normandy Invasion.

After we had gathered about 5 more mares, we we're about to leave before a pony sitting in next to a tree yelled

"Your all gonna die, your surrounded and there's no way out of this hell hole!"

I walked over to him and looked him dead in the face and said,

"Solider, we're paratroopers, we're supposed to be surrounded."

I walked away from the pony and yelled,

"All right pony's, We're moving out!"

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