Private Hale was looking at the spectacle above, taking cover as much possible. He noticed a Japanese airplane heading for a nearby transport. A moment later it exploded in an enormous fireball. When they passed the transport all he saw was death. It looked like no one inside the launch bay survived the attack and the transport itself was taking water. Suddenly he felt a searing pain and then darkness.
“Private, are you okay?” yelled Sergeant Clayton. All Hale could see was a blur. Slowly his vision returned. His face was covered in blood. Stuttering he asked: “What happened?” “You were hit by a piece of shrapnel. Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just hurts that all,” Hale replied.
“Clear the ramp, 30 seconds, God be with you,” he heard the driver behind him say. Hale shook his head as if to get the pain out of his head. “Alright, listen up. The beach is lightly defended. Still, be fast and get to cover as quickly as possible. Take care, I’ll see you on the beach,” the sergeant said. A few seconds later the whistle sounded and the ramp dropped. As quickly as possible the soldiers disembarked from the craft and rendezvoused on the beach. There was no initial resistance on the beach, although several scouts had spotted Japanese forces moving in from the other side of the hill. It wouldn’t take them long to get there. With their backs to the ocean they only had one option: stand and fight. Without a beachhead the whole mission would be a failure.
His squad rallied round a lieutenant who was giving orders. He looked at the newcomers and said: “Welcome gentlemen to Ford Beach.” He pointed to the dunes up ahead and continued: “On the other side of those dunes are a shitload of angry Japs and they’re heading our way. We need to set up a defensive perimeter along those dunes if we don’t want to fight ankle-deep in the Pacific. Now go!”
To be continued…
“Private, are you okay?” yelled Sergeant Clayton. All Hale could see was a blur. Slowly his vision returned. His face was covered in blood. Stuttering he asked: “What happened?” “You were hit by a piece of shrapnel. Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just hurts that all,” Hale replied.
“Clear the ramp, 30 seconds, God be with you,” he heard the driver behind him say. Hale shook his head as if to get the pain out of his head. “Alright, listen up. The beach is lightly defended. Still, be fast and get to cover as quickly as possible. Take care, I’ll see you on the beach,” the sergeant said. A few seconds later the whistle sounded and the ramp dropped. As quickly as possible the soldiers disembarked from the craft and rendezvoused on the beach. There was no initial resistance on the beach, although several scouts had spotted Japanese forces moving in from the other side of the hill. It wouldn’t take them long to get there. With their backs to the ocean they only had one option: stand and fight. Without a beachhead the whole mission would be a failure.
His squad rallied round a lieutenant who was giving orders. He looked at the newcomers and said: “Welcome gentlemen to Ford Beach.” He pointed to the dunes up ahead and continued: “On the other side of those dunes are a shitload of angry Japs and they’re heading our way. We need to set up a defensive perimeter along those dunes if we don’t want to fight ankle-deep in the Pacific. Now go!”
To be continued…