He crouched low and grabbed hold of Jackson’s pack, propelling his body forward. A burst of machine gun fire hit the front ranks of men, several rounds killing Jackson instantly and knocking him back into Cole. Someone yelled, “Go! Go!” and then the ramp splashed down.Ī handful of men never even made it off the LCVP alive. Bullets and tracer rounds hissed and popped into the water all around them. The sound of machine gun fire was very close now. Men stumbled and fell into one another, even though they were packed together. The boxy craft stopped its forward motion, then bobbed up and down wildly in the surf. The engine kicked down a notch, and then another. The kid nodded, and that was the last thing anybody had to say because the bullets were coming thicker now, beating against the sides of the landing craft like deadly hail and whining overhead. You get there and wait for me, you hear?” Look for something to get behind that will stop a bullet. The water is going to be deep, so keep your feet under you and your head up. “When the ramp comes down, get off as quick as you can, like a rabbit out of a hole. Stay by me and keep your head down,” Cole said quietly to Jimmy. We’re going to have a whole lot more to worry about than Jackson in about five minutes. It was Jimmy who had painted the Confederate flag on Cole’s helmet. Jimmy was what the mountain people back home called simple, a bit too childlike and slow-witted for his own good, and so Cole had been looking out for him since boot camp. Gentle as a mountain deer, Jimmy was always expecting people to be decent, even an asshole like Jackson. “Why does he always got to be like that, Caje?” Jimmy wondered. Jackson might have said more, but he noticed Cole looking at him, and he shut up, then directed his attention elsewhere. “Are you telling us your mama can read? I thought all you people from the hills was just barefoot ignoramuses.” “Christ almighty, Jimmy,” said Jackson, glaring at him.
He gripped the side of the LCVP to keep his balance. He was no more than nineteen, though with his baby face he looked younger, just a scrawny boy made scrawnier by the fact that he was loaded down with so much gear that he could barely stand: boots, flak jacket, rucksack with C-rations, wool blanket and shovel, steel helmet, a plastic-wrapped M1 Garand with 100 rounds of ammunition. “I’m glad I done wrote my parents last night,” said a quiet, scared voice next to Cole. All around them, in the morning light, were hundreds of other boats like their own, running toward shore. Then a shell from a German 88 mm gun screamed in and exploded no more than twenty feet away, nearly swamping the LCVP, but the sturdy craft bulled toward the beach. The landing craft was awkward in the water, more cinder block than boat, but at least its armor plating shielded them from the German rifle and machine gun fire. Other men were seasick, from fear or the thud, thud, thud motion of the shoebox-shaped LCVP as it crashed into the oncoming waves, drenching them all with spray. He leaned over and tried to spit, but nothing came out. “We’re sure as hell in for it,” said Jackson, a big man at the front of the landing craft. You saw eyes like that in old Civil War photographs of Southern Confederates, and Cole’s helmet did indeed have a Rebel flag the size of a poker card painted on it. He was a tall, lean man with oddly colorless eyes that could have been cut from quartz.
Micajah Cole tightened his grip on the rifle he carried. The big guns of the battleships anchored just off shore had been softening up the German positions since before dawn, but the pounding of the artillery had looked and felt distant, like a summer storm on the horizon. The sound of the first bullet ricocheting off the armor plating made the men in the belly of the landing craft racing toward Omaha Beach realize that they were just minutes from going ashore. Set during D-Day and the Normandy invasion, this novel is about an American sharpshooter from the southern hills and a German sniper who find themselves fighting a deadly duel in the hedgerow country of France 70 years ago.