Bloody Island

by Quincey

I walk up to my Sargent in his grave. He taught me everything in the war of 1944. I sat there remembering the painful, rough times we spent together. I started to cry.

“Go,Go,Go,Go". I ran out of the ship on to the beach bullet whistled past my ears and i heard screams of terror from behind. I ducked behind a barbwire dugout and bombs flew past me from the distance there was blood every were."Mclovin get over here". I ran as fast as i can i looked an looked i jumped and barely made it to the sand pit. There was doctors helping wounded solder, then he got shot. I was looking around waiting for order and this guy got shot in the head but the bullet didn't go thought his helmet."Go Mclovin Go I ran and ran with my pall Edward at my side. I saw a German and shot him in the head. i stopped and gun fire went flying past us. Sargent Ryan came flying up, and threw a grenade and all you saw was dead people in the air. We ran up the hill to the machine gun nests. And I threw a smoke grenade in the building were most of the men got killed by Germans and they came running, out i shot all three. My group is called the Big Red one, we kill for nothing.