D Day Landings (short Version)
An Le, Maranatha Christian School
Blood! That’s all I can see. Blood of my men. I limped weakly to the sad horrible scene. The pain in my left leg was unbearable and it was slowly killing me. My blood was streaming out and all I could do was rip a part of my shirt and tie it tightly around my wounded leg. I didn’t want to keep on going but I had to. I had to see if some of my men were still alive. I had to. I looked and I saw that in front of me, all of my men’s bodies were lying scattered around like dead rats. My heart was full of hatred and anger at the Germans for doing this, for killing my men, for invading and taking over my beloved France, for… “Alexandre!” a tiny faint voice came into my ears. It sounded so familiar. Who was it? Oh my gosh! Was that Ethan? I can’t believe it. I can’t believe my best friend was still alive! I immediately screamed, “I’m coming Ethan!” with all my strength. I started to run but my leg was pulling me back. My mind was telling me to stop but my heart wanted me to move on. I couldn’t just leave Ethan; after all he’s done for me. I just had to keep on crawling towards him. Burning tears were streaming down my face now. My eyes were wide open. I had finally reached Ethan. I half ran half walked up to him. He was lying there, on the cold hard ground. His right shoulder was all floppy and just yuck. I hold him as if he would disappear once more. I got down and just smiled at him and he smiled back. I didn’t know what was going to happen or what we will do but I must look happy, for Ethan’s sake. Suddenly I collapsed onto the ground. The last thing I heard was a call...“Général de division! We have to move quickly”. I was out of strength then, but managed to say, “No, not without Ethan”. I slowly closed my eyes. Voices saying...Général de division...got fainter and fainter until all was black.
Bright! I woke up to a bright light. I was scared as I thought I was dead and was in heaven; but slowly my vision came clear and I realized that I was in a hospital. There were lots of wounded soldiers in beds all around me. My mind recalled of Ethan. Where was he? Was he safe? With panic I looked around for Ethan but I couldn’t see him partly because I was lying down. So I struggled up, to a sitting position but my leg was still hurting like mad but I managed, just. Suddenly a hand gently touched my shoulder. I jerked back because I was surprised. I felt that a million knives were stabbing my leg. I looked back and saw a nurse. She looked at me and I looked back. Our eyes met and we looked at one another for ages. Her eyes were sparkling like diamonds and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I’ve never had this feeling before. There are so many words to describe it but none of them match what I’m feeling right now. I just had to ask the nurse for her name so I did. I found out that. She told me her name was Antonella. What a beautiful angel with such a pretty name. I sighed deeply. Oh no! I forgot about Ethan. How could I have done that? What a horrible friend I am. I immediately asked Antonella about Ethan. She comforted that everything was okay and he was fine. I was so relieved and asked her when I could see him. Antonella said that I could see him now if I wanted to. I was overjoyed! I wanted to give her a hug but it might seem a bit odd because I just met her. She helped me up so gently that my leg didn’t hurt much. Antonella then walked me slowly to Ethan. When I saw him a rush of happiness fell over me. I came up and hugged him. I was so joyful to see him again. He looked glad to see me too. I told Ethan everything that had happened since we separated. During a short time in that hospital, I and Antonella had a chance to know each other deeper. I felt that we were sort of connected in some way. I had to leave the hospital the next day because my leg healed really quickly and so did Ethan’s shoulder, thanks to God. ‘Adieu soit heureux Antonella.’ I promised that I would visit Antonella whenever I could.