Controlled assessment

The sickness began, as soon as I put one foot onto the Higgins. My heart started to pound furiously, with my body trembling with fear and anguish. Speedily and with fear the floating steel can set off with a nervous tremble which echoed through the entire vessel. The flag blew in the wind, rippling with the dancing colours of our nation, searching for dry land to conquer. The Higgins flew through the waves. We all stood lined up, waiting for commands, trying to listen for the wiz of bullets flying over us. 

The days used to hold hope, now they hold despair. Savagely, the water blew onto the boat floor, making the grips useless. The sea was our first enemy.  Ticking, the engine began to slow down, crushing the last piece of hope we all had. I began to hear the sound of bullets and bombs whaling in the distance. We weren’t alone in the water. 

Slowly, the Higgins came to a halt, gradually making some of the men unable to cope. They were unable to hold in their fears, vomiting clumsily on the hard floor.  Swerving, the driver was turing the boat against the waves. Finally the boat halted. Delivering  the orders, the Captain spoke and i knew this would be the last time i saw most of the people i had shared the last journey with. The uniform itching and scratching my neck like a razor, was so uncomfortable to run in. The giant cog on the rear end of the door was about to be twisted opening the doors to begin with hell fire. 

Violently, the cog was released and the door fell like a draw bridge onto the water. Splintering metal from the machine guns, came pouring in, taking out the first few men who stood before me. The rest of us who were left on the Higgins jumped over the side, as the machine gun diverted to the water firing into the unknown. The water soon turned from a dull blue colour to a  blood filled swirl of crimson. Uniforms were stained, leaving men dead and to be left there. Some men died, as i watched them be suffocated in their own blood. We all rushed to seek protection form behind the barbed iron barricades. The irony of how the Germans wanted them to be to stop our boots,but not our men. Sinking into the scarlet sand, i began to fire upon the murder holes, but nothing happened. 

Ricocheting, the bullets of ammunition flung across the beach, puncturing bodies causing the sea to turn look soaked. The machine guns were clanging in the distance creating an sound of deadly echoes. most of the men is arrived with are dead, gone but not forgotten. The explosion of gun fire got worse but, it was nearly over. The final approach was upon us. The raging sea infiltrated the sand with little  time. We blew the trench hole up, killing some of the enemies, finding a path to success. The day was nearly over. We arrived, we had won ,but we had lost a lot of men, friends.

The sickness began, as soon as I put one foot onto the Higgins. My heart started to pound furiously, with my body trembling with fear and anguish. Speedily and with fear the floating steel can set off with a nervous tremble which echoed through the entire vessel. The flag blew in the wind, rippling with the dancing colours of our nation, searching for dry land to conquer. The Higgins flew through the waves. We all stood lined up, waiting for commands, trying to listen for the wiz of bullets flying over us. 

The days used to hold hope, now they hold despair. Savagely, the water blew onto the boat floor, making the grips useless. The sea was our first enemy.  Ticking, the engine began to slow down, crushing the last piece of hope we all had. I began to hear the sound of bullets and bombs whaling in the distance. We weren’t alone in the water. 

Slowly, the Higgins came to a halt, gradually making some of the men unable to cope. They were unable to hold in their fears, vomiting clumsily on the hard floor.  Swerving, the driver was turing the boat against the waves. Finally the boat halted. Delivering  the orders, the Captain spoke and i knew this would be the last time i saw most of the people i had shared the last journey with. The uniform itching and scratching my neck like a razor, was so uncomfortable to run in. The giant cog on the rear end of the door was about to be twisted opening the doors to begin with hell fire. 

Violently, the cog was released and the door fell like a draw bridge onto the water. Splintering metal from the machine guns, came pouring in, taking out the first few men who stood before me. The rest of us who were left on the Higgins jumped over the side, as the machine gun diverted to the water firing into the unknown. The water soon turned from a dull blue colour to a  blood filled swirl of crimson. Uniforms were stained, leaving men dead and to be left there. Some men died, as i watched them be suffocated in their own blood. We all rushed to seek protection form behind the barbed iron barricades. The irony of how the Germans wanted them to be to stop our boots,but not our men. Sinking into the scarlet sand, i began to fire upon the murder holes, but nothing happened. 

Ricocheting, the bullets of ammunition flung across the beach, puncturing bodies causing the sea to turn look soaked. The machine guns were clanging in the distance creating an sound of deadly echoes. most of the men is arrived with are dead, gone but not forgotten. The explosion of gun fire got worse but, it was nearly over. The final approach was upon us. The raging sea infiltrated the sand with little  time. We blew the trench hole up, killing some of the enemies, finding a path to success. The day was nearly over. We arrived, we had won ,but we had lost a lot of men, friends.