I hear the machine gun fire bounce of the front of our boat. "This is it boys, you've trained your life for,” shouted Sgt Greg Jacob. Three minutes until we reach the beach. Suddenly massive German 88s open for our landing craft. The landing craft next to us has taken a direct hit. The doors open, mg42s release hell. 6 inch mortars join. I and a few fellow members of the 59th battalion have made it out of the water and onto the beach. We open fire onto enemy dugouts on top of the hill. The second wave of landing crafts are arriving. We push ford. I hear fellow soldiers screaming in pain. Then one of my best friends steps on a land mine and is blown up. I drop down onto my knees and start crying. Sgt Greg comes and says, "That's war for ya kiddo,” I stand up and move behind a dirt mound.
We are of the beach. I equip my scope and start picking of German infantry. Bang! Bang! Allied warships join in. We have been given a boost of confidence, but we couldn't rely on them to win. German flaks start firing on allied bombers. We have penetrated the enemy. We start clearing pill boxes. We have suffered 1000s of deaths. But we have received news, Nazi 6th panzer army are making their way through a town 5km away. A German 76mm opens fire. We are overrun by Nazis. Our Shermans are slowly coming with support fire. Then it drops silent. 1,2,3 hold! Aim! Fire! All I remember was Nazis. I was shot in the leg and left there in the cold mud for 3 hours straight. Then I hear, "This one’s alive!" I am taken to the allied hospital. And there I was told, “Jacob, your war is over.”
Jacob Bennet
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