Just before the ramp dropped, standing in the landing craft, despite his hands shaking and his stomach churning, he reached for his gun as if to protect himself against the trauma that he was about to face. Only in his worst nightmares had he got close to the hell that was across this water. He was about to face his terror: he was about to risk his life. Only seconds from the ramp descending, the soldiers made their final preparations for battle as they prayed for survival.. The ramp dropped and he plunged into the depths of the sea. His vision was limited for the sea was murky and thick with grime. Despite his swimming ability, he struggled to reach the surface so he emerged coughing and spluttering. All that could be heard were gunshots. …show more content…
As he opened the creaky door, a cool breeze hit his cheeks causing them to turn pink in colour. Pulling his trench coat tighter and placing his hat on his head, David stepped out into the cold streets of London. The orange glow of the overhead lampposts illuminated the path as he trudged towards the train station. Despite it being early summer, the temperature continued to drop rapidly as the wind picked up. David passed a small coffee shop on the corner. Pausing momentarily, he peered into the dark shop and although it had been shut for many hours, it reminded him of his wife and the times he had once shared with her there. Darkness seemed to envelop the city as the mist swirled around the houses. Lights flickered off as the time grew later and later. Turning the corner, the train station came into view and the noise of approaching trains could be heard above the sound of hooting owls. Slightly increasing his speed, David grabbed hold of his hat pushing it down further onto his balding head. Purchasing his ticket and clambering aboard the nearly empty train was a quick process as David began his journey to France but not even the excitement of this experience was enough to keep him awake as he drifted off into another deep