I don't have a lot of time so I have to say this quickly. The day was June 6, 1944 when I landed on the beaches on Normandy. I have seen many of my closest friends die and I continue to see casualties as I am a medic. I'm trying very hard to save all the lives possible and the faces of the men who died haunt me in my sleep. I just have to keep telling myself that I am just one man and that I can't save everyone. I can still hear the screams of men crying for help. Before they even think of crying for God or for their moms, they cry medic. That's all the time I have, wish me luck!
Kel
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