Other Fan Fiction ❯ A Paratrooper's Experience ❯ 1st Mission ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

615 hours

June 6, 1944

 

 

By the time we got to CO, the sun was setting which meant the boys at the beaches had landed. 4 companies were stationed on a large barn. These companies were Able, Dog, Baker, and Fox Company.

I asked a sergeant where Baker Company was. He told me they were sitting on back of the barn smoking and talking. I went to the back of the barn and saw them sitting.

“ Hey, look who just survived the jump!” said Cpl. Jack Mendez.

“ Hell, I couldn't get killed with a little fight.” I answered.

“ Hey have you seen Capt. Foley around?” I asked.

“ Heard he was getting to Carentan faster than Hitler.” Pfc. Dan Anthony replied.

“ What about Sgt. Morrison?” I asked again. Sgt. Morrison was the platoon's sergeant.

“ K.I.A.” Cpl. Mendez replied.

“ What?” I questioned in disbelief.

“ Yup, he got called by an MG,” Lt. Adam Boone commented.

“ Bad luck for the guy.” The Lt. added.

“ The new sergeant is Sgt. Joel Gibson.” Pfc. Anthony told us.

“ Baker Company! Get your asses here!” The CO screamed.

“ Not now,” Cpl. Mendez grumbled.

Everybody stood up and went to the front of the barn. He told us to come inside to be told what the mission was.

“ Alright your mission is easy and I expect you to complete is as fast as possible. Got it?” The Commanding Officer said.

“ We need for you to take out a bunker armed with 2 MG42s. It will be a nuisance once we're on our way to Carentan. Then once you take control of it, send a group of soldiers here while the other remaining guard the bunker. Do you understand?” he continued.

“ Sir, yes sir!” We all answered at once.

“ I can't hear you!”

“ Sir yes, sir!” We shouted louder.

“ Alright move out soldiers.” He ordered.

Everybody went outside and got ready. I suddenly found a leg bag on the ground. Luckily enough, it had Thompson rounds on it. I picked up 3 rounds and headed back with the other guys. We walked straight for about an hour.

“ Where is this damn bunker?” Pfc. Anthony asked.

“ About 30 minutes from here.” Lt. Boone was leading the mission.

“ 30 minutes!” Anthony exclaimed.

“ Hey this reminds me when I went hunting with my dad on the woods.” I broke the conversation.

“ He told me to follow his footsteps.” I continued.

“ Hell, he died in quick sand moments later.” I said.

Everybody laughed. But it stopped when we could hear German voices. We were approaching the bunker. I could see it. Then suddenly, all hell broke loose.

Bullets shredded the bush we were hiding in. We then ran for a nearby tree. Soldiers were being mowed down by the machine gun. Bullets wheezed past my face.

When I got to the tree, I could see a soldier putting his hands over his ears and rocking back and forth as bullets were being fired.

“ We need to wait for it to reload.” Lt. Boone suggested.

A moment later, the firing stopped. The lieutenant immediately stood up, ran to the bunker and threw a grenade. It exploded, but a German still remained. The Lt. finished him off with his Thompson.

We had taken the bunker, but we had lost 5 men.