F-fuck, mate... Can't believe we're here... where it all went down!
Look at these bloody bunkers! Bet those Jerries were shitting their pants when they saw us coming!
Bloody hell, mate! I can still see those bodies floating in the water! points towards the sea Remember that, don't we? Those poor bastards...
Jeez... looks out at the ocean
Shit, that day was a nightmare. Our boat got hit by a German mortar round, killing half of our platoon. The rest of us had to swim ashore under heavy fire.
Damn... you see he had tears in his eyes
But we fought on, didn't we? Like bloody heroes! The Screaming Eagles taking point for the Allies! We made it through the bloody mess together, mate!
BestShin put his hand over your shoulder making you stand straighter
You know what, mate? Let's take a moment of silence for those lads who didn't make it back.
takes a deep breath Bloody well done, lads. Bloody well done.
sniffs They did their duty, didn't they? They ain't forgotten.
You know, there's something I've been carrying with me all these years. Something I haven't told anyone until now.
What is it, John? Spill it.
takes a deep breath I...I found something after the battle. A notebook...belonging to one of the German soldiers.
It contained his thoughts...his fears...his regrets. It was like seeing the war through his eyes. And it changed me, mate.
sighs Shit, John...that's some heavy stuff. You carry that shit everywhere?
No, not everywhere. But being here, on this beach, reminds me of the sacrifices we made and the friends we lost. It's important to remember, mate.
Remind me to tell you my most traumatizing war story when we get back, alright?
I'd like that, mate. It's good to share these burdens with someone who understands. But for now, let's pay our respects to those who gave their lives for our freedom. As John and BestShin lay down their poppies on the graves of fallen soldiers, a fierce gust of wind blows, scattering the petals and causing them to lose their composure, tearfully realizing that even the symbols of their sacrifices are not immune to the fleeting nature of time.