The date was June Sixth,1944. It was early morning as United States Higgins boats floated toward the Omaha Beach in Normandy France. 17,18, and 19-year-old boys floated to their imminent demise on that beach.

I was 17. I had been a part of the 116th. I was 6 foot 1 with vibrant green eyes and dark black hair. I was fearless during training. We had all trained for months, preparing to take this beach and get a foothold to drive the Germans back. Our mission was crucial. We had to take the beach.

I was loaded onto the boat and I was shaking in my boots. It was rather cold. We had been tasked with establishing a beachhead on the front. We had a very bumpy ride on our way to the beach. Men would vomit and shake from the cold as we floated to what would be most of our graves. I had received a peculiar looking card from a cute broad back on shore. There was a weird looking crest that had been embroidered on it. The card read, "make your dreams come true". I kind of liked it so I tucked it into my jacket pocket. As we arrived closer, the sound of "Hitler's Buzzsaw" and artillery fire was defining.

We arrived at the shore. I could hear the sounds of death and war all around me. The ramp on our boat went down and all hell broke loose. Bullets whizzed by as we charged from the boat. I was in the back. I watched in horror as everyone else in my boat was cut down mercilessly by machine gun rounds. I froze. Blood splattered across my face. These men I had known for over a year. Countless hours we spent together. Eating, training, playing. Joking around with. The flame of their life had been extinguished in a matter of mere seconds.

Tears formed in my eyes. I was scared, but I pressed on. I had to get out of this boat or I would be next. I stepped over the dead bodies of my brethren as I made my way out of the boat. There were dead bodies all over this beach, they were beginning to stack up like firewood. What used to be golden sand was now stained a crimson red. I shook with fear as I exited the boat. There were still hedgehogs all over this beach. The grip on my rifle tightened as I arrived at a hedgehog and ducked down.

I looked around me in horror as bullets flew past me. Young men lay all around me as I cowered in fear behind this piece of metal. I watched people lose limbs from explosions. Blood and guts spilling from torso's as machine gun fire tore through our men. The cries for help and for mothers was too much to bear. No amount of training could have prepared me for this.

This was hell on earth

"Kane!" My name rang out among the chorus of death around me. "Get a move on, we can't stay here son!" My Sergeant ordered.

I nodded in reply as I forced myself to move further up the beach. Bodys dropped like flies as we charged.

A mortar went off next to me. I was unscathed but my ears were ringing. I paused for a moment to survey the area once again. The horrors of war surrounded me.

I dove onto a sand dune as we arrived at a section that was blocked off with barbed wire. We couldn't cross any further it was too thick. Machine gun fire raged on just above our heads.

"Move over the Bangalore's are gonna blow!" A soldier yelled. There was an explosion and the barbed wire was no more.

"Kane! Take point! Wait for the smoke!" My Sergeant ordered.

"Sir yes Sir!" I yelled as I I waited for the hiss from the smoke. " Let's go!" I yelled as I led the charge up the rest of the beachhead. I clutched my rifle tightly as the machine guns opened fire on us.

Bullets ripped through me. I fell to the ground looking like a slice of swiss cheese as I clutched my wounds. The pain I felt was unreal. I felt someone grab ahold of my pack and try to drag me to safety but the damage had been done. I was fading fast. It can't end like this. I have my whole life ahead of me. I gazed up at the sky. It was a murky grey. I could see the back of the man who was dragging me. Bullets ripped through him and he tumbled back onto me. I cried out in pain as he landed on me. I yearned for another chance. I wanted to be more useful to my men. My Sergeant. My country. I didn't want to have to be afraid anymore.

My vision was beginning to fade in and out. I noticed a weird red glow from my jacket pocket. It was a vibrant crimson. Just like the blood I had grown so accustomed to seeing. My vision blurred as I tried to find the source of the glow. It couldn't be that card, could it?

"Great job Gasper! You took us right to him! Quick put the shield up and let's get him out of here."

I felt arms around me as I tried my hardest to cling to life. My insides were spilling out and I was fading in and out of consciousness. Who was Gasper? What was going on?

I was being dragged by a Brown-haired boy. He appeared to be my age and there were a few others but I was in no condition to make out any more details than that. I spewed blood from my mouth as a weird circle shaped portal formed before us. I was being dragged to it.

The world around me began to fade. Darkness was consuming me as I succumbed to my wounds.

An: Based on my other story about the doom slayer and dxd anyway loved this idea so much I thought I may turn this into a story all on its own.