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The Battle for Normandy


Carrying my brother on my shoulder taking him to an HQ I make sure that I stay out mines Hearing explosion and the scream of my fellow comrades I hear the bunkers shooting, and more yelling of soldiers Blasting me I still keep on going But the wounds are taking over and felt but I still have mission to make sure that my brother gets to see his newborn baby This mission is a favor and I won’t fail it I’ll save my brother to the death.
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