I threw a grenade into a crowd of them. They all died. I hurried up and grabbed Agent 65. I threw a smoke grenade so we can run for better cover. The militia thought we were still at the rocks we were hiding behind, so they kept shooting there which bought us time to escape.
The teenagers started shooting at them with the machinegun they counted the soldiers coming out of each. Landing craft there was around 30 troops in each they had to blow up the tank traps (dragons teeth) so the allied tanks could get on the beach. “We have to stop them!” the soldier said “we can’t let them get their tanks on the beach or we’re screwed!” another landing craft was coming towards the beach when it was hit by artillery and exploded. “The MGs out of ammo” the gunner said “go get more from the other bunkers” as soon as the one soldier got out he was shot and killed by a sniper “damn it” the gunner said “we’re going to just have to use our rifles!” just then another larger landing craft drove onto the beach and dropped the ramp and a tank rolled onto the beach and fired at the bunker beside them it hit inside and exploded into flames and the soldiers inside fell out on fire an anti-tank gun fired and destroyed the tank. Then the soldiers heard distant sounds of the allied ships then the commanding officer saw the soldier’s pillbox explode along with other pillboxes.
Robert E. Lee had sent a series of attacks at us which our line was hard to break. I was in my line face to face to the Confederate soldier with my gun pointed at someone I don’t know but was willing to take his life the same as he does me. I opened fire and brought him down with a single shot, the next line of men on their side came forward and prepared to fire. At this moment I felt a chill go down my spine and when I looked up from reloading my gun I could see a mean glare coming from the other side. He wanted to kill me, I wanted to run but I knew that I couldn’t.
According to the witness, the sentry fired at least five rounds at the truck. Sentry Box Smashed But it did no good. The truck broke down the gate and then swerved around a blast wall of sandbags about 15 feet in front of the building entry. According to the witnesses quoted by Major Jordan, another marine threw himself in front of the truck, but to no avail. Now the truck was moving even faster, said Major Jordan, and the only thing between it and the building was the sentry box at the front door.
Dear Mother and Father, It is in the middle of the night so we are currently not in battle. As part of the Canadian Expeditionary Forces, I first got trained in a mobilization camp at Valcartier and then I came here to Europe to fight in the war. I have never been more terrified about anything in my whole life. It is an unimaginably frightening experience, one that you will never want to witness for yourself. I feel very homesick and I wish I had not decided to join the war so early As I am writing to you, I am sitting inside this trench that was dug for our protection.
There was a populous presence of law enforcement there from cops to militant members and everything in-between. The guards ordered everyone to disperse or risk getting detained. That then sparked a “pigs get off campus” chant by the protesters. The protesters started throwing things at the guards and the guards responded by tear-gassing them. When that didn’t work and it became clear that they were not going to disperse, at around 12:24 pm 77 National Guard members fired 67 rounds from M1 Garand rifles into the croud killing 4 and wounding 9 others, thus violently ending the protests.
There was a slight pain in my stomach where the bullets made contact with the flesh of my gut. I squeezed off two shots before the police were in the foyer yelling at us to drop off our weapon or the will be forced to open fire. My vision went dark and I fell to the foyers cold hard
No place was safe from artillery fire. With the Turkish army overlooking them, snipers were a constant danger. All men lived with the fear.” Howitzer shells are dropping about 30 yards from us digging great hole where they land, the fumes are suffocating, and the shrapnel is pouring all round us getting chaps everywhere. This is hell waiting here.” Bombs were being thrown from trench to trench constantly; this kept the ANZAC’s on their toes. “They take anything from one to five seconds to explode after landing and if you are close enough the best thing to do is to throw them back.” They were living with terror and horror of fighting off wave after wave of men.
At the end of the 72 hours, my eyes felt heavy, it become hard to walk, I was crabby, mean and impatient, my body was weak, and I got a fever, but this happens almost every time I travel for a long period of time although this time was the worst. All my sleeping and eating patterns were disrupted, leaving me eating at the oddest times of the day. But after those 72 miserable hours, I slept the whole week away. Every year when our family goes on our annual trip, I always suffer from jet lag the worst compared to my family, although I try and prepare for it a week before by getting used to sleeping and eating in another time zone, it never works
NEVER STOP TRYING It was march 18 1976, there was loud gun fire from far away that sounded like thunder. You could hear the screams of the men in pain as they lay in the grass. We couldn’t anybody that was shooting at us but the men around me were dropping like flies. We didn’t stand a chance against our own army. They had turned on us and waited on top of a ridge that’s when everything went black.