i love the smell of napalm in the morning
US troops spill out into the maelstrom on Omaha Beach, D-Day, June 6, 1944
It’s insane to think that most of these men died on that beach. I sometimes wonder how they felt on the boat while bullets hit the door of the boat, artillery shells splashed close, boats near them blowing up… and the driver counting down the seconds till that door dropped. Then to see the sight of your friends being mowed down by machine gun fire running out the door moving toward the beach helplessly moving though the water as bullets rain down on you. All these men knew there was no turning back, no retreat they had to push up, they had to win, it was do or die and against all odds they did what was impossible.
Happiness and Cyanide comics are awesome :)
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