Keep Running By Ian The boat rumbles, we hear gun fire, the men vomit off the sides as bodies of their fallen comrades bump against the boat: arms, legs, and torsos floating in the water; the devastating result of human conflict. The waves crash against the little Higgins boat; I wonder who was stupid enough to design this little deathtrap with a propeller. I would give anything to be back home in Virginia with ma and pa. I was snapped away from my thoughts by a loud crack. We hear more cracks, then the bullet rain starts. The flak is everywhere, it bounces off the boat, into the water near us, and goes right into the ship sometimes. We all huddle towards the front, ready to drop. “This is it!” someone shouts, the gates drop. “GO GO GO LETS G-!” The officer shouts, he never got to finish his sentence. The machine gun mows half of us down within 10 seconds. We rush out of the boat yelling. I saw someone right next to me fall to the ground, blood oozing from his head....