I often think back to the night before the battle, feeling again the same emotions running through my body and feel as though I am back there. That night I tried to sleep, but to really no success. I had spent the previous day waiting and making last minute preparations for the massive invasion the Allies had planned. Thoughts of my future in the battle clouded my mind and left me sitting with anxiety. I didn’t know what had gotten into me lately, but I kept thinking of every “what if” possible. What if I die? What if I get injured? How will my family support themselves then? Every time I’d calm myself down by thinking of the beautiful faces of my wife and children, but then I’d remember how much I missed them. I spent so much time during