I was a soldier aboard a Navy boat preparing to set foot on the beaches of Normandy, France. The day was June 6th, 1944 and the fleet was little but anxious to go into battle. As the ship proceded closer to the shore we sploshed our way through the water and made our way to the cover point, breaking sea shells and stepping on crabs as the captian was awaiting to give our next orders. We spotted two sniper towers guarding a pathway to our next destination. I slowly reached the barbed wiring fence before the path and grabbed my Springfield and took the left sniper out but before I could turn to my right a bullet grazed my helmet scaring the life out of me. I quickly regained my composure beacause every minute counts, pulled the pin in my grenade and tossed it down the pathway to take out the few oncoming troops, and all at once i was able to get a clean shot on the right tower man. As my team headed down the path we came little undertoe bunkers, at that point we tossed smkoke grenades down there and as they were running out i was able to pick up one of the enemys sten guns and take out the straglers, saving my ammo for later on. It was at that point I woke up and I would never know if I was a war hero or a forgotten love one.