EXT. OMAHA BEACH, JUNE 6 1944
There’s blood on the beach. Artillery shells launch explosive geysers of sand and salt water into the air. Soldiers storm the shoreline, throwing themselves at the enemy. A harried CAPTAIN runs through the chaos and throws himself into a blackened crater.
CAPTAIN: Radio! RADIO! Where the hell is my god damned radio!?
An eager soldier appears at the crest of the crater. It’s a RADIOMAN.
RADIOMAN: Hello sir! How do you change loadouts?
CAPTAIN: Get down, private!
RADIOMAN: How do you go prone?
CAPTAIN: Get in here and give me that damn radio, trooper!
RADIOMAN: Okay but how do you–
A flurry of bullets tears the RADIOMAN and his radio to pieces, leaving the machine inoperable. The CAPTAIN grinds his teeth. It is a free weekend in Day of Infamy and the allies are losing badly. (more…)
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