Storming Juno Page #4

going to die without us.

Okay, okay.

Leave it to me.

What about the Brit?

It's not his show.

Sergeant Gariepy.

Bonne chance.

I was thinking,

was that very brave?

or very stupid?

Artillery shots

Bagpipes

Bird, looks like we're

gonna be in the movies.

Yeah, a regular

Gary Cooper huh?

Hi mom!

Bagpipes

Hey Apple, know why bagpipers

are always walkin around?

To get away from that noise.

Bagpipes

Load em in.

Section One!

Loading!

It's about bloody time.

Let's move.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Careful with that kid!

After three days at sea,

we finally boarded

the landing craft

that would take us

in to the beach.

Each carried a Platoon

of thirty-six men.

Just little boats made

of plywood and steel.

Bouncing around like a cork.

According to plan, we were to

land on the beach at 'H' hour

just when the Naval bombardment

was scheduled to stop.

We were scared.

Anyone who said he wasn't,

was either a liar

or just plain crazy.

Okay Men, prepare to launch,

prepare to launch.

McGinnis, start er up!

Navy command said it was

too dangerous to launch.

But our C.O.

Decided to push forward.

Everyone in our squadron,

all nineteen tank crews...

Electrics on.

...felt we had to chance it.

Radio check.

Main gun in position!

Ladies, our skirt is up.

Take us in McGinnis!

Aye, aye Captain!

Here we go.

... McGinnis.

Hold steady.

We launched more

than two miles off shore.

The first tank in

our unit to go in.

But I wondered, how many

of us would make the beach?

Dawn.

D-Day.

The first infantry

assault wave

is already headed

for the beach.

Further inland air-borne units

are racing to secure their

objectives to prevent a

German counter-attack

against our beach forces.

Mallon and I

had spent our whole night

dodging enemy patrols.

By sunrise, we finally made

our way to the objective.

The German garrison

at Varaville.

We were so late, we figured

the rest of our unit

had already

knocked out the gun

that threatened

our main drop zone.

Get down!

Get down.

Get down.

Gunfire

Over here!

Gunfire

Hey, Stupid.

Where've you been?

MacPhee, what the

hell's going on?

Makela, take the

Bren gun over there.

Keep your head down.

Why haven't you

taken the objective?

Because of that Pillbox.

The German artillery's back

there, hidden that wall.

Right there?

Yeah.

Where's Macleod?

Major MacLeod is dead.

In the house there.

We were scouting

when the gun opened up.

Jesus --

Where the hell

is everyone else?

only 17 of us made it.

We can't get

past that pillbox.

So go around.

We tried that. There's

minefields on either side.

There's no way in.

Well, I have to do something.

We can't take it.

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