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Remembering, a short story by El Mar Fuente. Date added: 2007-07-06. Times viewed: 895.

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Intro: My experiences on D-Day: My friend of mine told me that he and his friends usually celebrate significant dates in history. He told he that the anniversary for D-Day was approaching. 6th of June 1944. Ah, yes, D-Day. I remember it like it was yesterday. The day when the Allied forces joined, uhm, forces to liberate Europe from the Nazis and bring balance to the, uhm, force. We, almost three million strong, crossed the English Channel from England to Normandy. But the night before, my friends from the Easy Company took the skies for a daring parachute and glider landing, massive air attacks and naval bombardments. Easy because they took everything easy. One of them told me because they were high, but some denied it. But nevertheless, they took the skies, they were high and flying.

Our mission took a wild turn when I was informed that a group of soldiers and I will be going on a different mission. Our mission was to locate and rescue a dude named Ryan. Nobody knows how he looks like or what he eats or how he smells. He just goes by the name Ryan. We reckoned that this guy is very important. Very important and very cool. A dude with one name, how cool is that?! There are only a few cool guys with just one name, like Prince, Pele, Hulk, Yoda, Oprah. We told ourselves that we were lucky, lucky enough to be picked for this mission amongst thousands; to rescue one very cool dude, Ryan.

After a few days of searching, killing and running. We finally found Ryan. True enough, he's one cool motherfucker. We found him sitting under a shade of a tree, cleaning his rifle, listening to Fall Out Boy on his IPod. We approached him with caution, you know how cool dudes are. They snap the second they feel threatened. Like snakes, and snakes are cool. I told him, "Ryan, we're here to get you. We're here to rescue you." He said "Why?"

"Because you're cool Ryan. There are only a few cool people left in this world and we will be damned if we lose you in this war."

"I joined this war in my own free will. I never thought of running. Fear never entered my mind. I will come home with my shield, or on it."

When he said that, 'with my shield or on it,' I said to myself, 'you idiot, you don't have a shield, you have a fucking rifle and a big-ass Rambo knife, but you don't have a sheild.' I told myself that, I didn't have the nerve to tell that to his face. Then, it hit me. That line was also once mentioned by another one-name cool dude -- Leonidas.

Once the king of the Spartans. With his chiseled-from-stone-body-it-makes-you-gay and his hot I-will-fuck-you-like-a-rabbit-tonight-because-you're-gonna-die-tomorrow wife.

Could it be, could it be that all one-name cool dudes think alike?! And again, Ryan, the one-named cool dude, proved that he is soooo fucking cool.

But, we were soldiers. We were on a mission. And our mission was to locate and bring back Ryan. We will never accept no as an answer. We tried to talk sense into him. We told him that there was free booze at the base. We told him that if we leave now, we could still catch Grey's Anatomy. But none of it worked. His tenacity was astounding. He'd rather die than go home. He's so fucking cool.

Then, Ryan stood up. He looked at us with those cool eyes. Then he said, "Fight, you'll die. Rrrrun, and you'll live. At least forrr a while. They may teek away our lives, but they will neeverrr teek our freedooommm!!!!"

And with that, Ryan, the coolest motherfucker who every walked D-Day led us to the fight our lives. He was eventually killed when tripped on his shoe laces (cool people never tie their shoe laces); he fell down on his big-ass Rambo knife and stabbed himself in his duodenum. He was died instantly.

We took his dog tag and headed back to base, just in time for Grey's Anatomy.

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