This is made up, with some facts thrown in. I made all of this up, so don't expect it to be professional.

   The door of the little ship flops down. I begin to run for the shore. Blood seems to be everywhere. My comrades drop to my left and right. I run to the beach to find some cover. The German Machine gun nests are tearing through the troops. With little hope of surviving the night, I throw a quick prayer out, asking for shelter! A shell explodes close by, All I hear is a ringing sound, and the faint sounds of guns blaring in the distance. I finally find a place to take shelter from the rain of bullets. I throw a grenade at the machine gun nest. I hear the clinking of the grenade land, but I dread hearing the explosion. "This is a terrible war." I think to myself. 
   The only hope I have is that the tanks from Patton will be able to arrive on the beaches. I won't survive without them, but I have to help clear the beaches. Vichy French planes strafe the shores, in hope of taking out the soldiers, stranded on the beach. Although the French troops aren't fighting with all their might, the people they kill are dead. It doesn't matter now, all that matters is finding a way to secure the beaches. I go after a little fort nearby. This is the headquarters. But how are we to storm a fortress, fully armed with machine guns? 
   I turn back to the beach, hopes dashed. I must survive the night. I look around, all that lies around are the supply crates. I scurry over to them in hopes of finding a sack of my stuff. But I know there is no way to find it. I will have to make due with what I have in this crate. It happens to be cereal boxes. I come up with an idea. I will use the boxes as a mattress. 

Depending on how well this goes, I will continue this story. If enough people PM, or post I will continue. Thanks for reading!