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June. 6, 1944
The Beach was littered with bodies, blood, tank barriers, and wreckage. One step on the beach and you're dead. If you're not killed by Kraut MG, then you die drowning. Hell, once those ramps open, you're torn to fucking shreds. Get to the shingle they said, You'll die if you stay here they said. Well, wherever the hell they went, they were gonna die anyway. So why not just stick to one spot and wait for it to come. Everyone was pinned down, hiding, crying, dying. Until something unbelievable happened. At first, the soldiers thought it was nothing, But then looked again and saw this crazy-ass Ranger, who just got out the water, running towards the shingle, never stopping. Passing through the rest of the Infantry, she yelled "Get to the fucking shingle!" Everyone just stared dumbfounded at the sight before them, a lone, probably insane, woman, dodging bullets and shells like it was nothing "Move, Move, Move! Get to the fucking shingle! Clear the fucking beach, you fucking pussies!" Capt. Miller stared at the scene before yelling to the men "That woman's got more balls than the rest of you! Clear the fucking beach for the 2nd wave! Get out of the beach or you're dead! Move to the shingle!" That got everyone moving. Cpl. Jane Redding kept running, she didn't even noticed her helmet went flying until she reached the shingle. First one there, she saw the rest of the Infantry nearing the shingle. With a sigh of relief, she reached for the Bangalore Torpedo only to remember that she dropped it on the beach. "Son of a fucking piece of shit!" She cursed. First, she had to get those idiots away from the beach. Then, she had to run to the damn shingle, dodging bullets and explosive death, and when she finally reached the shingle, she forgot the damn Bangalore. How Lucky.

Description
June. 6, 1944
The Beach was littered with bodies, blood, tank barriers, and wreckage. One step on the beach and you're dead. If you're not killed by Kraut MG, then you die drowning. Hell, once those ramps open, you're torn to fucking shreds. Get to the shingle they said, You'll die if you stay here they said. Well, wherever the hell they went, they were gonna die anyway. So why not just stick to one spot and wait for it to come. Everyone was pinned down, hiding, crying, dying. Until something unbelievable happened. At first, the soldiers thought it was nothing, But then looked again and saw this crazy-ass Ranger, who just got out the water, running towards the shingle, never stopping. Passing through the rest of the Infantry, she yelled "Get to the fucking shingle!" Everyone just stared dumbfounded at the sight before them, a lone, probably insane, woman, dodging bullets and shells like it was nothing "Move, Move, Move! Get to the fucking shingle! Clear the fucking beach, you fucking pussies!" Capt. Miller stared at the scene before yelling to the men "That woman's got more balls than the rest of you! Clear the fucking beach for the 2nd wave! Get out of the beach or you're dead! Move to the shingle!" That got everyone moving. Cpl. Jane Redding kept running, she didn't even noticed her helmet went flying until she reached the shingle. First one there, she saw the rest of the Infantry nearing the shingle. With a sigh of relief, she reached for the Bangalore Torpedo only to remember that she dropped it on the beach. "Son of a fucking piece of shit!" She cursed. First, she had to get those idiots away from the beach. Then, she had to run to the damn shingle, dodging bullets and explosive death, and when she finally reached the shingle, she forgot the damn Bangalore. How Lucky.