airborne+za

June 6, 1944 Imagine sitting on a plain on the eve you've been dreading sense fort Benning. You have been trained for this but the thought of death never leaves your mind as you are ordered to stand. You stand in a line with friends and companions not knowing their fate or your own. AAA guns burst around the plain you are standing in. You see a red light in front of you, wanting it to flash green. You’d rather take your chances on your own in the air then go down in this tin can. The red light changes and the line moves, it seems like a life time before you’re at the door. The plain spits you into the air as you fall beneath the tail and your shoot quickly reassures you are not falling to your death. Plains are still flying past with the AAA guns still going off all around you. You see nothing but the red bullets flying up at you. You can’t see the ground but you are preparing for it every second. When you hit that ground you’re not only in the eyes of the enemy but lost a country you’ve never been before. You can surtainly recognize you are behind enemy lines with the amount of shots being fired up around you. It comes up quick, taking a hard thud you have landed. You lay there for the night fearing what will come in the morning. You have no idea where you are or where you should be and you don’t sleep.