Memoir
I awoke to a tremendous panic, I have no idea what happened, a violent tremor shook the boat, which is weird because it’s a huge boat and the 20-foot Atlantic surf gently rocks it. Water started rushing into the bunk hull where I was sleeping, and people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I decided to run so I don’t drown, but all the escape doors were blocked by frantic people. The alarms started to sound and the lights flickered, I couldn’t see where I was going and then something very heavy struck me in the side of the head and I passed out. I awoke in a medical tent, and realized I wasn’t on the boat any more. I got up to walk around but only got a couple feet before I felt faint and had to sit down. A doctor walked into my room and started to speak, “How are you feeling today Joe?”. I replied, “Horrible, what happened to me?” the doc said, “You were attacked by a kamikaze pilot at approximately 0200 hours, and I’m sorry to be the one to inform you but….” And then he took a long pause, “but you are the only survivor. There was one other but he died shortly after he arrived”. I gasped and sat in complete shock and horror, how could this happen? I
When I woke up I felt better but my head still throbbed, the limp man was gone, I got up to look around camp, as I arose I saw a calendar, it read June 1, 1944, I must have been sleeping for a week or so, because the last date I could remember was the day of the attack on my boat which was May 28, 1944. It was dark outside and my vision was blurred from the rhythmic thumping coming from my head. It was a small yet cozy camp. All the tents faced a fire pit with seats raped around it, the embers were still burning but the only people left out were the watch guards. I found the doctors quarters in the far back of the camp. I wondered in to see the doctor smoking a cigar and reading a book titled “Medicine on the go”. I interrupted, “Hello, how long have I been asleep?” he jumped and threw his book across the room and made out “H h hello, ummm Joe is it?” I now noticed his heavy European accent, it made me feel comforted. I nodded, he handed me a metal, I suppose it’s for surviving the boat wreck, then he said, “Joe, that is a metal awarded to those who survive unthinkable predicaments but I have some good news or some bad news depending on how you take it, Joe you’ve been assigned to a new mission, it’s a top secret military invasion on France. It will hit in waves of men, the first on the shores of Omaha Beach, Normandy beginning June 6th, and then followed by days of new men. This is Operation Overlord, but the soldiers are calling its Dooms Day”. By the nasty sound of it I knew “Dooms Day” wouldn’t be pretty. The doc spok
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Private Maslak,
D-Day- Boat,
Dooms Day”,
Channel Normandy,
Beach Normandy,
Operation Overlord,
medical tent,
june 6th,
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