From the Diary of Pfc. Ryan Morrison
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I was born in a small town in southern Kansas where the biggest event of the year is the harvest. I lived on a small farm where I spent my childhood growing up in what my parents called “A traditional way”. Everyday I would go out and tend to the farm animals and do some chores. After finishing my morning chores I would go to our small school where everybody knew everybody. When I finished school I would go home and tend to the animals again and work on the farm until it was time to call it quits. This was an ordinary day for me back home, but now Im sitting in a camp with whats being called the largest invasion fleet ever assembled.
My name is Pfc. Ryan Morrison, I am a basic infantryman serving in the American 1st Army. We have been informed that we will be landing on the coast of Normandy. Our men have been practicing our landings for quite some time and I think weve become pretty proficient at it. The invasion has been called off multiple times due to bad weather, some of the men are having doubts that the invasion will occur at all. Well see soon enough Im sure, the weather is beginning to settle slightly even now.
Right now Im in one of our Higgins boats on my way to shore to storm