Personal Narrative-Day During The Invasion Of Normandy

It was a dark and stormy night during the Invasion of Normandy. The torrential rainfall had separated me from my squadron during our reconnaissance mission deep into German territory. I could hear footsteps nearby, splashing through the large puddles that were forming but I couldn’t distinguish who it was. Suddenly, a flashlight pierced through the darkness of the night, I could see the rain dancing in the wind as it sliced through the bright cone of light. Immediately I dropped down to the floor, it was not my squad. I looked up and saw the silhouettes of two German soldiers that were one meter away from me I could hear them speaking, fortunately I was the squad linguist and could speak and understand German fluently. “Why did you turn that on you dimwit?” one of the Germans hissed angrily. “I thought I saw someone.” the other replied innocently as he turned the flashlight off.
The world now plunged back into darkness and I could hear them begin to walk away. All of a sudden my radio crackled into life. “John, do you copy?” asked Chris Johnson my commanding officer.
I cursed under my breath and shut off the radio. But it was too late, the Germans had heard the voice and turned around looking for the source. The flashlight was turned on again, this time shining directly …show more content…
Suddenly, a German soldier charged through the door practically ripping it off it’s hinges. He grabbed me by my collar and pulled me outside, the sudden brightness blinded me, when my eyes adjusted I knew where I was. A German prisoner of war camp. It was then that the soldier noticed a defect that I had been cursed with at birth, a sixth finger on my right hand. He called over his fellow soldiers to look at my hand, I felt a rush of embarrassment and anger at the same time. There were now five German soldiers staring at my hand, both amazed and amused, some laughing, others standing in