You are sat in the landing craft, soaked in water as you make your way to Omaha beach, a fine red mist fills the air when you look up.. on your head is a heavy steel helmet and on your back is your backpack filled with 100 pounds of equipment, you hold your rifle tight but keep it pointing upwards so you have slightly more space in the car ped landing craft, there are about 14 others in the small space.

'Through the gates of hell, As we make our way to heaven, Through the German lines, Primo victoria!'