US Army Rangers await reinforcements and supplies after taking a bunker, Operation Torch, November 8th, 1943. Another similar mission was at Pointe du Hoc. On the early morning hours of June 6, 1944, Rangers from the 5th and 2nd Ranger Battalions stormed the cliffs of Pointe-du-Hoc under withering fire. Their specially designed landing craft had mortars made to launch grappling hooks which would allow rope matters to span the cliffs so the Rangers could get up. As soon as the Rangers left their landing craft they took multiple casualties. Under this withering fire they had to climb unsteady rope ladders on hundreds of pounds of gear with German soldiers shooting them off. Imagine this: It's stormy and you are in your landing craft smoking a cigarette to calm your nerves and then your craft begins to come under fire. You flinch, straighten your helmet, and drop your cigarette. The mortars that launch the hooks go off and you know the time has come. The ramp comes down and every storms out. Adrenaline give you tunnel vision and hyper focus and as you sprint towards your ladder you see only you and 4 other of your original squad are there. Behind you are the multiple corpses and writhing comrades. You go up the ladder last and as your coming up you look to your left and see that one laddee has been cut and all the men climbing it fall to their deaths. You press your head to the cliff, draw a deep breath, and continue on. Some of your fellow Rangers survived the climb and you can hear them fighting their way through the lacework of trenches and bunkers. You look up and see a friend, climbing the ladder, be riddled by bullets. His corpse narrowly misses you and luckily the German soldier was killed before he could reload and do the same thing to you. You finally get over the lip of the cliff and see the corpses, running German soldiers, and medics everywhere. Most of the enemy have retreated woth the artillery pieces you were supposed to destroy but nevertheless the guns are now out of range for the beaches. You take of your helmet and run your hand through your hair. Pull out a cigarette, light it, and look off. The end.