It's June 6, 1944 sitting in boats.

The ones we call true G.O.A.T.'s.

My brothers are nervous.

It's our honor and priviledge for our service.

Standing shoulder by shoulder.

The truest and greatest soldier.

Bombs are blowing.

Bullets are flying.

Men are crawling.

Men are dying.

I try to keep pushing.

But I lose my footing.

I was a man who perished.

So my brothers, mothers, and fathers could flourish.