"This is the final night before the departure to Normandy-before D-Day. Our training that had lasted for six months is suppose to prepare us for the coming war, but truth be told, I don’t feel combat ready. Don’t reckon I ever will.
It was strategy briefing a while ago and there was an awkward silence before the Sarge spoke. Everyone had known their position in the transport and their company months ago, and since there isn’t much of a strategy in direct assault anyways- I couldn’t be bothered; rather have a smoke.
The military demands that we bunk in early for the invasion, but none of us could get any shut eye. God damn kid below is reciting passages from his bible all night long, must’ve peed his bed while he’s at it. He’s too, what’s the word, oh yeah, too much of a chicken shit- goes trigger happy when he’s shit scared. Don’t know how he got recruited, but I thank the Lord that he’s not in my company. Wouldn’t want to drop dead before I even shoot some of those bastards now eh?
My pin is I945020267 and my name is…Nova. Well that isn’t really my name, just what I’m called in company Delta since nobody have names in my company anymore ever since big Mike vetoed that. I miss you, G. The assault will begin at 0630, and I’m on the second wave heading into sector Juno…that way if I don’t make it, you’d know how to locate me through the officers. But don’t worry; I’ll hide behind big Mike when everything goes FUBAR. He’s so big, it should take a lot to get to me. Heh.
I’ll be back G, and we’ll be together like before. I promise.
Love,
K"
