After learning about the D-Day landings this week, can you write 100 words based on this historic event?
After learning about the D-Day landings this week, can you write 100 words based on this historic event?
Preparation for this operation has been going on for a long time and we are ready to destroy the nazi’s. Inflatable tanks meant the Germans were not expecting that much of an attack, as they were being fooled, we were taking our tanks to Normandy. They thought and had been told by double crossing spies that we were in Southern France. As we got into the water to wade onto the beach, we were terrified and one man shouted shark! An eruption of laughter broke out because we were in the channel. It had been an enormous success for the British.
Dear Diary,
I could hear noises. I couldn’t think straight. My mum and dad were worried. It’s now 2:00 am and I am still terrified. I hadn’t ever been so scared; it was like I could feel a bowling ball of grief waiting to be dropped on my head. There where are planes outside. Lots and lots of them. I felt like running towards them, so that Is what I did. I ran and ran and ran. I saw people, helpless, scared people. So, I brought them in, and that brings me to where I am now. Help me now.
My heart beat faster and faster as I got closer and closer to the beach. This mission was a death sentence. No one said a word on the way to Normandy, all anyone could do was pray that they could go home once more. Slowly my boat came to a halt. Everyone jumped off, everyone except me. I couldn’t move, the nerves had got to me, but eventually the boat turned back and I had to move. The beach was a mess and Germany were fully prepared, but before I could pull my gun out I felt a short, sharp pain in my head. Then suddenly I didn’t feel anything.
George pushed the trigger and rain of bullets erupted out of his gun. He had landed on Saint-Aubain sur Mer beach, code name Sword. The Jerrys did not know what hit them. He advanced up the beach, never letting go of the trigger. The screams and yelps coming from the opposite side were satisfying to George’s ears. The Nazis were being demolished. George was soon lost in thought, thinking about seeing his family. Unfortunately, this did not happen. A bullet advanced through the air, as if it were in slow motion. It struck him in the head. DEATH. HAD. SPOKEN.