The men prepare for war. We land at an enemy shore were many lives have failed before. We stand and see the fighting planes fly by witch are safe in the sky. These men will battle with the enemy were no lives will be spared. The enemies weapons open fire sending our men to take cover. My heart pounds with intensive of the battle as we storm towards the enemies bunker. As the war rages around us console to my brother in arms. I cry out the commander is dead so I'll lead the attack. As we advance towards the enemies bunker we eventually clash with the enemy with fire and brimstone. I looked back at the bloodshed battle only to see in front of me a grenade. The deafening sound of the explosion pierce my ears. The taste of blood dripping down from my head soon got my guard. I grabbed my gun and advance towards the enemies bunker with great speed. After a while I was there i had finally reached the bunker but I stopped. I looked though the hole but no one was there all I could see was blood. I cry out with joy that they have killed them selves! I soon climb the mountain only to see the dead bodies only to see my brothers and arms dead who had fought for there lives and for beach451 witch their spirits will never rest.
