Red Wall

Fog Of WarI stood deliberately tall in the landing craft, powering through the violent waves towards a tiny strip of sand half a kilometre away. Beyond the sand were one hundred metres of sheer rock face. Pointe-Du-Hoc, it was called. There were six 155 mm guns, heavily bunkered on top of that cliff with the capability to hit either Utah or Omaha Beach with their huge shells and we had orders to take them out.Fog Of War
Time seemed to slow down as we watched Colonel Rudder in the first boat land. The landing ramp, which had been sitting vertically, protecting the men, dropped to the sand allowing an ear splitting barrage of fixed machine gun fire in


being in love.it's like when you were five, when your pet rabbit died and you learned that nothing good lasts.being in love.
it's like the time you dropped him off at his house to watch tv
before you drove yourself to the emergency room, sobbing.
it's like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry.
it's like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. ashes.
it's like when he went too far, and he said, "is this okay?" and you said, "no," but it didn't matter.
it's like when he said, "but i want you."
it's like the number seven, or rubies.
i
--
Have a look at my gallery.
--
i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
--
:B
Do you use deviantart or msn often?
--
:B
*Punches his groin*
--
:B
I was also an Engineer.
--
:B
Previous Page123Next Page