Horror Beyond Any Dream A Short Story of the Batttle of Omaha Beach

                                                                      A note from the Author


 This story is only a short story, and is not intended to be fully historically accurate. However, it may reflect the mood of this epic strugle and spark an interest into my reader to read my book, The Killer Fighters, which tells far more of the battle of Normandy than this short story does. Every important person in this story that has a point of view is fictional.


                                                                      A Note From the Editor:


Hello, I am Philip Anderson. I have written books for a very long time. I was never very much into Historical Fiction until I met Joshua. I have recently started writing a book entitled, The Battle For the Universe , along with him. I don't have a blog or website of my own, but in return for my helping Josh write, he has given me a voice of my through his blog. If you ever visit Omaha Beach as I have, you should recognize that this is not just another historical sight, but is well preserved. It touches me so much that every year for me and my wife, Fannie's anniversary, we come and visit it, and we show are love for one another by studying the historical facts of the battlefield.What most people do not understand is that the battle of Normandy was not just on Omaha Beach, but on four other beaches, and took places in many other places, as well.Of course, Josh is the historian and historical writer, not me. This short story is well written, but Joshua has done far greater in The Killer Fighters. He is the author of this, and I'll let him tell this story as he wishes, for there is almost nothing I have to change in this work.




                                                            A Note From the Publisher


 Hello, I am John Ransom.  I now work for Crusader Kingdom, L.T.D. and I have published numerous articles by Wilfred Langton on Modern Wars. One particular part in Modern Wars that stuck out in my mind was World War II.

When I was a boy, I would line up what I called ''army men'' with my older brother, Mike,while my younger sisters would play dolls with one another and pretend their husbands were off in war, and so had to take care of their children. My brother and I would often tease our sisters, Sibylla and Martha, and tell them that their husbands had been found missing in action. That December of 1950, when I was eight, my nine-year- old brother died of pneumonia, and that great sadness has affected me ever since.What's neat about Josh's blog is that all that are part of it have been rejected by many, but we have the chance to reach out to someone else who, like me, has no friends on earth except my own family, and those who are part of this blog. I feel like many of us here are from all over, and such is a good way for those who are part of the last alliance to have communion with one another. But anyway, the story here is very well written, thanks to Philip Anderson.




                                                            A Note From the Printer


 Hi, I'm Marry Ewell. I work for World books, and am a professor at Hospitaller University and the Samari Award winning author of twenty-five books. I am also the author of four short stories. I write about karate and Mongels since I have been amazed with them and almost all Eastern Culture since childhood. Not only have I won the Samari Award, but also the Earth Day Award, the States of  Family Award, The Children's Pick Award, The National Holiday of Japan Award, The Fortune of China Award,The Chonging Sentnal Accomplishment, The United Kingdom Peace Award, and, most importantly,The Apple of Stinking Creek Winner. I was hoping Josh was going to write a book about the Mongels, but to my disappointment, he wrote about the crusades. His stories weren't exactly like my books,and my mouth dropped as I read them. I'm now bigger into the crusades than any history in China or Japan, thanks to him. I didn't read this story before, but went ahead and printed it, because I knew if the king of the war novel wrote it, it had to be good.




                                               Horror Beyond Any Dream: by Joshua



                                                   Around Omaha Beach, June 6,1994


 The men swallowed. A number of 43,250 American infantry soldiers were to participate in the battle of Omaha Beach.They began to look around, they could see seagulls flying, the water whispering in their ears, the dead crying for their voices to be heard.Their faces were sweating, their voices began to crack and give.

Sergeant James Ridgeway stood with his men as the transport moved. He held tightly onto a picture of Jane Garnet and himself just before he went off to war.
 
Private Frank Burnside pulled out some cards, and was playing with Private Elmo Washington.They stared at one another as Frank pulled up a card from his sleeve and they made their last laughs.

Private First Class Billy Gamble read Psalm 23 out of his Bible, and prayed that his Mama wouldn't die of sorrow over him in case he never returned. He could now see the beach in close distance with sloping ground. He had never seen anything like it.

Journalist Lewis Prawer pushed back his gray hair. As he saw the beach at close distance, he pulled out his pen from his sleeve. He took hold of a piece of paper and began to write. He hadn't written in days, for he could hardly find anything to write on.When he did not get a chace to write, he often found that it was hard for him to get to sleep.

''What are you writing about, Louie?''said Dr.George Pender.

''I'm sorry,'' said Lieutenant William Early,''but tell us what you are writing about, Lewis.''

''About what we'redoing,''said Prawer.

''Read it to us.''said Early.

''I'm sorry,''said Prawer.''But I'm afraid that I can't tell you until I'm done writing it. Now, I'm writing about you all.'' He saw that they were now indeed paying attention to him, and he smiled. ''However, to those of you who survive, I shall read it to you after we storm the beach.''

Colonel Robert Jones said,''This place is so misty that I can't see a thing.This is the slowest drive I've ever seen.''

''I've seen slower than this.'' said Private Johnny Meade.

''Where you from?'' asked Colonel Jones.

''Down South,''said Meade, "why, I'm from Alabama.''

''Really?''said Early. ''I've never been there.''

Prawer glanced away as he spotted a beach that looked flat at first, but as he continued looking it indeed looked like terrible,wet,sloping ground.

''Here comes the landings, men,'' said Jones.

The ships and transports now stopped as the men departed from them and entered the water.Private Billy Gamble carried his gun swiftly and moved through the waves dramatically like an angel fighting to earn his wings. His baggage felt heavy on him, and his boots felt wet. He could now see the Germans in close distance, lined up on the beach. They formed like evil dogs after innocent pray.''Lord Christ,'' he thought, "help us today.''

The mist increased, and some men slipped into the water.One man, Sergeant Reynald Clark, with flaming green eyes, made the first step onto the beach with stunning motion.

Gamble and the rest of the regiment were now on the beach. A first wave of guns and artillery came showering upon them from the enemy. Gamble saw Sergeant James Ridgeway lose his face from a German machine gun. He turned his head as he saw Ridgeway's picture of Jane Garnet on the ground. He looked at Ridgeway and his picture, but, as he did, a bullet came streaming into his neck, bringing him to the ground. He had yelled when the bullet hit him, and put his hand on his neck, but it stinged as he did it. There were dead corpses in front of him, and he stacked them up so that he would not be shot again. Bullets were whistling over his head, shooting other men that had been in back of him in the line of battle. He saw a U.S.tank roll over dead body pieces and hurl fire into German troops from above. He fainted from his pain. The Battle for Omaha Beach was not over.

                                                                    Afterword



Soon the U.S. troops break through the German lines at Omaha Beach, but the battle for Normandy does not end until August 25,1994.

 Do you think this storytelling is excellent work for describing the Battle of Omaha Beach?