As we started on our departure from the base camp that I had just rallied several colts from, we marched off into the grassy plains and random ravaged tree lines that covered the vast landscape of Normardy.

We galloped off, feeling the leaves from burned trees crush under our feet, the chill breeze flowing in the wind, the smell of burning flesh from dead soldiers who had the unfortunate event of meeting the end of a bullet. This was just another day that would soon become a daily thing, here, in Normardy.

We walked on and looked up every now and then at the few lone planes that flew across the bright orange morning skyline and passed over us that we're sent in to resupply troops deeper behind enemy lines. We looked up to see a plane that had just moments earlier had its wing shoot to pieces, its engine burst into flames as it took a hard right and started to plummet towards the earth.

My men took cover and dropped as the plane swopped over our tree line and crashed into the field just yonder from us. Our men grabbed our guns and our and equipment and ran to the crashed site to look for survivors, that is if there we're any.

As we ran out into the open field we had noticed that German machine gun squads had already set up there MG42s and had already opened fire on the burning crashed plane. From our view on the treeline we could see two colts climb there way out of the burning wreckage.

One seemed in critical condition, the other colt looked back to his injured soldier, looked out at the treeline where we were standing and he took at mad dash for us. I yelled out to him,

"No stop you blind idiot! GO BACK!"

But as my words reached him, so did the German bullets. They pierced his legs, and then one pierced his skull, blowing the right side of his head clean off. The other pony, still badly injured, still taking fire, I knew we needed to get that pony out of there. I turned to my men and said,

"Alright men, you all ready to kill some crauts?"

My men looked at me with the will to fight to there last breath, this is exactly what I was hoping for.

"Alright, Ronald, you take 5 colts with you and go around and prepare a flanking position, and you with the machine gun, go with them"

"Yes sir!"

"The rest of you, fall in on me and provide covering fire once I give the signal."

I ran around the tree line and got into the position to run behind the plane from a distanc. My men, staying behind at the treeline were in place and ready to provide covering fire. I looked over at Ronald and he gave me the "OK" that they we're in position.

I gave the signal and I took a mad dash towards the plane. I could feel the disrupted wind of the bullets fly by my face, the feeling knowing I could die, I could have my brains blown out at any moment trying to save some damn kid I don't even know, thats stuck in the middle of a field in normardy.

I ran and jumped and landed behind the plane next to the injured colt. I looked down at his leg and it had been crushed by the impact of the plane crash. I looked over at Ronald to see them taking heavy fire but they were managing.

I pulled the injured pony onto my back and signaled my men to provide all the covering fire they could. I got set in place and looked out. I looked at the treeline, I closed my eyes, and I ran.

Those few moments of me running felt like a millennial. I finally reach the treeline as my galloping on wet swamp ridden fields turned into crunchy burned leaves on a forest floor. I looked to the pony on my back who was still conscious and breathing, I took a exhale in relief and took a drink of water from my canteen.

I signaled for my men to throw there grenades at the enemy position then fall back. They took the pins off there grenades and hurled them like they were baseballs. They flew at the enemy position and as my men fell back they looked back expecting Germans to follow in pursuit. We saw nothing but a enemy position with a half dead German crawling out of it.

As my men got back to the base camp, we handed the injured pilot over to the medic. I looked back at the pony I had just saved from imminent death. He looked back at me and held his hand up in salute and said to me,

"Thank you sir."

I looked back at him and responded,

"There are no favors being exchanged on this day soldier, we're here to do what we're supposed to do. Nobody should be thanked for that. Good luck solider."

I walked away and rallied my men together. We stocked up on satchel charges and grenades and ammunition.

One pony turned around to the rest of the men and said,

"Nothing like a nice cup of ammo and a hand full of grenades before work ay soldiers!"

I looked at him with a smirk and walked up to him, patted him on the back and said,

"Couldn't have said it better myself solider..."

We packed up, regrouped, and marched on.

Our next destination was the next flak cannon we could find. We had spotted a few in the distance from our return from the plane crash, but most of them consisted of twenty or so Germans. We found one that had about eight Germans occupying the gun, one was manning a machine gun. I brought my men in close and explained the plan,

"Ronald, take those 4 men and go around the ridge of the tree line and get your grenades ready. Me and the rest of the men will go on the opposite side and add covering fire."

I looked around at my men to see a colt holding a Springfield bolt action rifle.

"You, you handy with that thing?"

He looked at me with the look of a confident colt, he responded with,

"If I wasn't handy with why would I be carrying it around in the first place?"

I asked him, "Can you get in that tree and fire on the machine gunner in that bunker once we start firing."

"You can count on me sir!"

"Perfect, everyone, Move out!"

I took my men and went around the tree line and got my men lined up and ready to go. I saw the sniper climb up into the tree and get into position. I looked across the field and saw Ronald and his men get there grenades at the ready. I signaled to the sniper to take the first shot.

The moment I heard that sniper fire, all hell broke lose. The sniper bullet passed right through the German machine gunners head. At the same moment Ronald and his men threw there grenades and they all landed under the flak cannon and around the men. The moment before the grenades exploded a German managed to get a couple of shots off in his Mp44 in our direction, hitting one of our men in the head, killing him instantly.

When it got quiet, we all rushed the flak cannon and Ronald set up some satchel charges on the cannon. As we we're doing so we heard German yelling right around the corner nearly 20 feet from where we we're. My men lined up there weapons and all guns were aimed at that corner. Not a moment later nearly 20 Germans came running around that corner. It was like a firing squad.

One after another, the bullets pierced the skin of the Germans, some Germans managed to grab there weapon and fire off a shot or two, but they weren't fast enough to do anything, the wall of bullets just kept firing, piercing the skulls of many Germans, wounding a few of them.

I yelled for my men to cease fire, I looked down at the pile of dead ponies, some of which body's were moving, aching in pain. One German grabbed his pistol and put it to his skull and fired, another was climbing for a weapon, still trying to fight, I saw this colt, and I shot him. I walked down to the pile of body's and checked for any survivors, I found none. At this time my men yelled to clear the area. A few moment later the satchel charge on the flak cannon detonated.

A few hours passed, and my men we're sitting gathered around the flak cannon having a smoke, when we saw something on the horizon. We heard the sounds of engines, engines growling as they tore the land up from under them. I walked out towards the sound, I looked out in the distance to see 5 tanks and hundreds of infantry, American Infantry.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to the men and said to them,

"Welcome to Normardy kid!"