Battle of Saigon
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My name is Lloyd Lanes, I am writing this letter to all my grand children, great grand children, and all of you after that, I want you to be proud of your ancestors and what they did for your freedom so I am going to tell you my about my fight for our freedom June 6, 1944 on Omaha Beach, you will know it all as D-Day.
As we approached the beach, the bullets started hitting the boat and whizzing by our heads. The boat next to us was hit by a shell and blew up, metal shards and body parts were raining on our heads. The ramp went down in about neck deep of water, the water bright red from the our men’s blood, men were dropping like flies in front of me. Seeing this, I jumped over the edge of the boat and prayed that I would make it to the beach. I pushed my way to one of the many “hedgehogs” on the beach and sat behind that to catch my breath. You could taste the death in the air. I found my men up in the trenches all catching there breaths and trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this alive. I was talking to our Lieutenant, who was trying to get all the men