They'd arrived at the beaches at high tide. When the tide lowered, he walked out of the ship and onto wet sand.
It was his first look at the beaches of France.
Blood covered everything. The sight took his breath away. JD thought he would vomit.
It was his first real look at war.
In the United Kingdom, his safe, sheltered job had been to attend to wounded soldiers being shipped home. He knew that the unit had been waiting. He hadn't known it was for a massacre.
This was real death.
This was real injury.
This was real war.