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Well, i found this while looking through files on my mac, so i decided i may as well post it, and maybe even pick it back up if you guys have any interest. I can't remember what i used this for, it may have been my GCSE English coursework.... but anyways, here goes: Chapter 1 - Landings Chapter 1 - Landings I readied myself. This was it. We had trained for this and we were ready for it. The boats powered towards the coastline, cutting through the early morning for like a hot knife through butter. A man on the left of me, Miller I think his name is, began to throw up violently. I looked away. Men had been like this the entire duration of the Journey, even on the big ships we were on before transferring to these cramped, uncomfortable landing craft. The men who I was in command of kept throwing me uneasy glances. They were fearful and unknowing of what was to come. No one was making a sound, other than the coughing of seasick men and the dull throbbing of the engines. We continued through the dark waters, the French coast drawing ever closer, the cliffs emanating through the fog above the beach. A loud call pierced the silence, ?FIVE MINUTES TO LANDING!?. A few men looked at me uneasily, as the realisation set in of how impossible our task was. Three guns, that was all they asked us to take out. They forgot to mention at the time that we were the only groups who would have to scale a hundred foot cliff first. The cliffs continued to draw closer. The men were worried, fearful, as was I, but we all knew that once we were under fire, our basic survival instincts would kick in, and the fear would evaporate, replaced by pure adrenaline. ?ONE MINUTE, BRACE YOURSELVES LADS, GOOD LUCK!? cried the crewman who was taking us in. And then it began. Machine guns opened fire from atop the cliffs. The bullets whizzed past, throwing up spray from the water. We could not clearly see the gunners, only the flash from the muzzle of the guns. Bullets were smashing into the hull of the landing craft. The man in front of me screamed, and I saw the red of his blood staining his uniform. A medic rushed forward, doing his best to save the wounded man, but to no avail ? the bullet had punctured his lungs, and the man, barely 19, slipped into death?s embrace. The boat grounded itself onto the beach. The door dropped. My men and I charged forwards, looking for any cover we could find. I heard terrifying screams, and saw out of the corner of my eye that one of the boats had exploded violently into flame, and the occupants were throwing themselves in the sea, trying desperately to stop the fire, while the guns continued firing, taking the men down one by one. I rushed into cover behind a rock, yanked the cover of my rifle, aimed up and fired. We had arrived at Pointe Du Hoc. Chapter 2 - Goin' Up A bullet thudded into the sand next to me. It was a relatively short run to the cliffs, and normally wouldn?t be a problem, but at this moment in time, it was the most momentous task I have ever undertaken. I was behind a rock, just about in cover. Others around me were not so lucky. I watched as the German MG?s mowed down members of my squad, and I felt useless, unable to leave cover to help, not without being shot myself anyway. Our first task was to get to the top of the cliffs - one that sounded much easier in our briefing than it looked now. The idea of climbing up the dark cliffs was daunting, more so when under fire. Once atop the cliffs, we were to clear the German positions and eliminate three artillery guns that were firing down to Omaha and Utah, where the other landings were taking place. I heard a series of loud ?bangs? and watched as large grappling hooks were fired to the top of the cliff, their sharp teeth cutting easily into the rock, making them lock into place. It was time to move. I sighted another German, and pulled the trigger. My shot barely missed, but it put him off balance. I took the opportunity and dived out of cover, sprinting towards the cliff face. The MG above me relented for seconds, perhaps to reload, but it was enough. I screamed at my squad to re-group on me, so we could begin our ascent upwards. ?When you reach the top, GET INTO COVER!? I shouted at my men. We had no idea what the cover would be like for us up at the top, but we guessed it would be bad. I gave the order, and my men began to climb. I had come in with thirty men, already that number was down to maybe twenty-four. It was terrifying, climbing that cliff. We had nothing to hold us to the rope, we held it with our hands and used our feet on the cliff ? if we slipped or got hit, we were dead for sure. I looked up, just in time to see a man scream past me, knocking off one unlucky man nearer the bottom. The Germans had caught onto our plan, though it was hardly well concealed in the first place. They were leaning down now, firing over the edge with rifles and SMG?s. I screamed at my men to hurry up, and use their pistols if they could while on the ropes. I finally neared the top, having watched the men ahead of me successfully get up top. As I pulled my self up, a German soldier appeared over the edge. He looked shocked to see me so close, maybe a foot away from his face, and fumbled his weapon. I reacted quickly, and pulled out my pistol, firing as soon as I could. The shot barely grazed him, but it was enough ? he lost his balance and tumbled of the edge, screaming to his death. I got to my feet on the edge of the cliff, and gave some of my squad a hand up the final bit, then dived into cover behind a low concrete wall, cracked from the gunfire, with the rest of my squad. We had completed our first objective ? Ascend the cliffs of Pointe Du Hoc. So, what do you guys think? Subscribers: dawesbr

2009-04-27 23:01:00 Author: Unknown User

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Oh come on! no one? lol

2009-04-28 18:51:00 Author: Unknown User

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Well, i found this while looking through files on my mac, so i decided i may as well post it, and maybe even pick it back up if you guys have any interest. I can;t remember what i used this for, it may have been my GCSE English coursework.... but anyways, here goes: Chapter 1 - Landings I readied myself. This was it. We had trained for this and we were ready for it. The boats powered towards the coastline, cutting through the early morning for like a hot knife through butter. A man on the left of me, Miller I think his name is, began to throw up violently. I looked away. Men had been like this the entire duration of the Journey, even on the big ships we were on before transferring to these cramped, uncomfortable landing craft. The men who I was in command of kept throwing me uneasy glances. They were fearful and unknowing of what was to come. No one was making a sound, other than the coughing of seasick men and the dull throbbing of the engines. We continued through the dark waters, the French coast drawing ever closer, the cliffs emanating through the fog above the beach. A loud call pierced the silence, ?FIVE MINUTES TO LANDING!?. A few men looked at me uneasily, as the realisation set in of how impossible our task was. Three guns, that was all they asked us to take out. They forgot to mention at the time that we were the only groups who would have to scale a hundred foot cliff first. The cliffs continued to draw closer. The men were worried, fearful, as was I, but we all knew that once we were under fire, our basic survival instincts would kick in, and the fear would evaporate, replaced by pure adrenaline. ?ONE MINUTE, BRACE YOURSELVES LADS, GOOD LUCK!? cried the crewman who was taking us in. And then it began. Machine guns opened fire from atop the cliffs. The bullets whizzed past, throwing up spray from the water. We could not clearly see the gunners, only the flash from the muzzle of the guns. Bullets were smashing into the hull of the landing craft. The man in front of me screamed, and I saw the red of his blood staining his uniform. A medic rushed forward, doing his best to save the wounded man, but to no avail ? the bullet had punctured his lungs, and the man, barely 19, slipped into death?s embrace. The boat grounded itself onto the beach. The door dropped. My men and I charged forwards, looking for any cover we could find. I heard terrifying screams, and saw out of the corner of my eye that one of the boats had exploded violently into flame, and the occupants were throwing themselves in the sea, trying desperately to stop the fire, while the guns continued firing, taking the men down one by one. I rushed into cover behind a rock, yanked the cover of my rifle, aimed up and fired. We had arrived at Pointe Du Hoc. So, what do you guys think? That's really good, you should continue it

2009-04-28 19:04:00 Author: S-A-S--G-U-N-R Posts: 1606

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I just read it. (**** you SASGUNR) It makes a refreshing change form the fantasy stories we have here - it's a good story, and very well writing. It's a shame it was like a midget with no money, I'd love to see more!

2009-04-28 19:06:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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My writing was worse than this mere weeks ago, but since then has improved greatly. I see a lot of grammar mistakes and such, but overall its quite good.

2009-04-28 19:42:00 Author: Echonian Posts: 279

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Grammar mistakes? i know =] it was an early draft. I WILL continue it, though i would like to know if we have any German friends on here who would be opposed to a story like this being written? 'cos like, i don't want to be offending anyone.... And thanks to people saying you liked it =]

2009-04-28 20:24:00 Author: Unknown User

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I know Vanemiera is German, but he talks about Nazism sometimes, and never visits Cre Wri (as far as I'm aware)

2009-04-28 21:37:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Well then - i will continue, but if ANYONE has a problem with all the stuff about Germany in it (as it is WW2) then tell me, and i will change it to a fictional enemy, or take it down all together, no problem =] Just don't have a go at me because it's there if you disagree with it, tell me, THEN fall out with me if i ignore you, but i won't =]

2009-04-28 21:48:00 Author: Unknown User

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New chapter up =]

2009-04-28 22:24:00 Author: Unknown User

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Nice chapter, a really good atmosphere, and I loved the description. Are you doing subscriptions?

2009-04-28 22:32:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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i can do =] why you want one? lol Though i am gonna have to re-nerd up on my history from the battles around this area lol.... but it will be worth it =]

2009-04-28 22:35:00 Author: Unknown User

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Was that "Why, you want one?" or "Why do you want one?" I want one. I want one because it's a good story .

2009-04-28 22:36:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Why, you want one? was what i meant, i missed the comma =] lol yeah, i'll put a thing in... now, to get writing another chapter... i'll do one tomorrow methinks =]

2009-04-28 22:37:00 Author: Unknown User

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Second chapter is awesome aswell. I'll subscribe

2009-05-03 16:54:00 Author: S-A-S--G-U-N-R Posts: 1606

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Sorry about no new chapters, have a load of work at the minute, there will be a new one son though =]

2009-05-03 17:16:00 Author: Unknown User

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