Teamwork - Original Writing

Teamwork - Original Writing

The propaganda was all fake and a cunning trap, I felt betrayed, like

a blunt dagger being forced into my gut. The joy filled smiles quickly

turned into fear ridden faces, these men, young and old alike, once

proud were shortly lived and replaced with fear. Fear…, in the end

fear comes down to the horizon where life and death collide, like a

path of destruction fear can neither be avoided nor terminated. Fear

is every where; the mere smell of fear can drive a man insane, as I

fully well know.

My name is Thomas Patterson; I was there when the lives of many fell

to the grim hands of fear. These men did not live up to there name

back home, thought of as brave, strong, and immune of fear which they

were up until the point where they stared fear in the face. This day

of reckoning was immeasurable. D-Day as it was called was a plan of

attack against the Nazi's, but the generals had no idea as to the

casualties it would have.

There was no going back now; we reached the point of no return. The

journey to the Normandy beaches was of a feeling I had never felt

before. It was simply just silent, the faces of other men were ghost

like, and no one stirred but just sat there looking blankly and

wondered at what was to come. Nobody had any idea, maybe they were

scared, maybe they proud or maybe they thought that there time on

earth was up and that this was there way out. But was this deserved?

Did these men deserve this? In fact did the citizens of Britain

deserve to loose a father, grandfather, cousin, son? Most likely not

but nothing could be done about it. Is this our time? To find the last

piece of bravery and fight for the one thing that has miss-lead us all

our lives?

I looked up into the dismal sky and saw dark meaningless clouds

daunting above us, there was a slight downfall and sharp flashes were