I'm seasick. The boat is rocking and I find myself asking why I'm here. Love of country. Defense of freedom. Right now all I can think of is getting home. Some are praying, some are crying. As for me, I'm not sure want I believe anymore. How could a loving and merciful God just sit back and watch this? There's going to be a lot of death today.
I'm running across the beach now. God isn't watching today, I'm afraid. Explosions on either side. I just stepped on someone's arm. I look down, trying to see who I stepped on, but there wasn't a body with it. You can't even see the water on the beach anymore...It's all just blood. I stuble over myself and try to steady my lefs. I'm shaking from head to toe. I'm soaking wet-with water and blood. There's guns going off everywhere. People taking ammo off dead guys. What's the point again?
The other side of the beach never looked so good. I'm sobbing now, just happy to be alive and breathing. This was the first time in a long time I realized all I've taken for granted in my life. For the first time in a long time, I find myself wanting my mother. I think of all of our mothers. Some of them will be getting telegrams soon.
I can't stop crying. An overwhelming mix of relief, fear, and job sweep over me.
Now I just have to worry about making it out of the next one.
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