“I could really use some brass knuckles.” I tsk, spitting onto the ground as we tighten our backpacks and parachutes to start getting ready to board the plane and jump to Normandy, France.

I mumble to myself, not seeing someone pass by me and laugh at my brass knuckle sentence. When I turn to look up, they seemed to already be boarding the plane. I hurry and throw the backpack over my shoulder, joining the other paratroopers to go jump