You lead your men off the beach, thankful to feel solid earth beneath your boots. Whatever waits ahead, at least you're off that infernal Higgins Boat.
As the sun crests the horizon, you spot movement ahead. Your training kicks in again as you and your men hit the dirt.
You reach into your map case and retrieve a set of Army-issued field binoculars. Your eyes strain to make out the figures ahead in the gathering light.
"Infantry." You tell your radio operator. "Some cavalry, too."
You lower the field glasses as fear grips your stomach again.
Dying doesn't scare you as much as the idea of failing your men. Are you up to the task?
The men look to you. You can feel their nervous eyes upon you like a hundred burning spotlights.
It's time to find out what you're made of.
You grab the radio's handset and key the mic. "This is Able Six. All Able elements prepare to attack."
