Storming Juno Page #3

a specific objective,

knock out a bridge,

or communication line,

to prevent the Germans from

launching a counter-attack

against the beach.

Our job was to

secure the drop zone

by launching a surprise attack

on a German garrison

near a town called

Varaville.

We had to take out their main

gun before the next wave

of twenty-five hundred

paratroopers came in.

If we failed, those boys

would get slaughtered.

I had five minutes to

get to the rally point.

Problem was, I had no

idea where the hell I was,

or how to get there.

First time I get bombed,

it's by our own air-force.

Maybe they missed

their target,

maybe we'd been dropped

in the wrong place.

Maybe both.

Maybe we were all

screwing up.

Punch!

Judy! What?

"Judy!"

Jesus Christ, "Judy!"

Um, "Who won

the Stanley Cup?"

Habs!

Four-games-straight.

You look like

sh*t Hartigan.

You're one to talk.

Any idea where we are?

France?

How the hell do we get

to the rally point?

I dunno.

We'd missed the rendezvous.

I wondered how many

others were lost.

Wandering around the

French countryside.

Or dead.

Dawn.

June sixth, 1944.

At last we could see it.

The long grey

coastline of Normandy.

Then our Navy guns opened up.

Artillery fire

So loud it was like getting

punched in the chest.

We hoped it was doing a

lot worse to the Germans.

Artillery fire

Alright, alright!

One last time.

LCA drops us

here at H-hour.

Katesman!

Chief snipes the machine-gun

position here while me, Apple,

Bashnick and Culty take the

Bangalores and blow the wire.

Here.

Good!

Blow the wire.

Chief!

Section One pushes through

to take the Machine Gun pillbox.

STORK.

We then rally here.

And attack the main bunker,

here, destroying the 88.

Good.

Alright! There'll be

a lot of heavy smoke.

What do you do if you get lost?

Grab STORK and poke his

head through the clouds.

Move up that beach and

keep moving no matter what.

You do not stop to

help the wounded.

No one stops.

Medics take care of that.

Alright?

Artillery fire

Listen.

Given the Naval bombardment,

chances are

nothing will be left.

With seas like this,

launching the tanks

was going to be tricky.

but the time was here

to get em in the water.

The bloody Brit

won't let us launch.

What?

Navy command is

saying it's too rough.

But this is 'bullshit'.

Well Sergeant,

I can see their point.

We've never launched in

conditions like this before.

But sir I...

Four of your

men can't even swim.

Yeah, but I...

Including you.

Major,

I speak for my men.

We'd rather take our

chances out there,

than stay on this

rolling puke bucket.

C'mon sir let us launch.

Those infantry boys they're

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