[ WP ] You are a time traveler and you are sent back in time to prevent the death of Kennedy only to find out you are on a landing craft for the invasion of Normandy .

`` Alright... Are you ready Sergeant Meyer?'' Doctor Richthofen asked jovially in his thick German accent, smiling to try and reassure me... I was anything but reassured. 
 
 `` Are you sure this will work?'' I asked, trying to keep my voice from breaking. 
 
 `` I am quite positive. I've calibrated most of the machine myself, I'll have you know,'' Richthofen said. I stayed silent... I was now completely unsure of the operation. 
 
 I sat in the chair... No, more like forced in it. I volunteered, but because of the drastic nature of this operation, they needed to make sure I would not move. `` So you do n't get hurt,'' they had told me... Likely story. 
 
 `` Remember Sergeant. The only way you can return is by completing your operation. You are doing a great and honorable service to your country and to the world. But once you return you can not speak of this, because only you will remember the previous course of events. Do you understand?'' his face was serious now. Through his rounded eye glasses, his dark brown eyes pierced me. 
 
 `` Yes sir. I understand. For clarification, what are my mission parameters Colonel?'' I asked, looking slight to the left of Richthofen. 
 
 Colonel Winstead stood with arms crossed, his graying hair, high and tight, and strict military demeanor was always reassuring to the more loose good doctor. 
 
 `` Your mission is to provide security and uncover the real shooter of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy,'' he stated in his Texan accent, `` You've read the preliminary investigative reports correct?'' 
 
 `` I have sir,'' 
 
 `` Good, we have reason to believe that it was NOT Lee Harvey Oswald who shot Kennedy, but possibly another assassin who was closer. Check the sewers, we'll be setting you up 2 hours before the President's arrival Dallas,'' 
 
 `` Yes sir, sounds good...'' I gulped and clenched my fists... If only I could pop my knuckles one last time. My fists were feeling extremely tight. 
 
 `` Alright. Last few dials are clocked in. Power is steady. Calibrations are precise to our math, I triple checked them to make sure. Are you ready Sergeant?'' He did n't look up from his control panel. 
 
 `` Hooah doctor. Let's just get this over with,'' 
 
 An automated female voice came over the intercom: `` Countdown to departure 20 seconds. Eyes forward and remain calm,'' 
 
 I looked forward and tried to control my breathing. 
 
 17... 16... 15... 
 
 Dr. Richthofen began to hurriedly work on the panel. I looked at Winstead and he asked what was going on. I could n't hear anything, apparently the good doctor had shut off the intercom system upon starting the sequence. 
 
 12... 11... 10... 
 
 The intercom blared, probably unintentionally: `` Something is happening. The circuit board is going haywire. I ca n't stop the countdown!'' 
 
 7... 6... 5... 
 
 `` Oh shit...'' I muttered. Please God, do n't kill me... 
 
 3... 2... 1... I bright flash and I could n't see anything. I was free falling... No, I was swimming... No, wait, am lying down... But I feel like I'm swaying. Swaying to and fro. Why do I feel so heavy. I never thought I'd be so over-encumbered arriving to Dallas in 1963. 
 
 A crashing of waves... Something's not right. I open my eyes and look to the sky. Its overcast. A soldier... wait... A soldier? What the hell? He looks at me and gives me a quizzical look. 
 
 `` You alright Son?!'' I could barely hear him over the sound of an engine. I start to get on my feet and around me is a press of about 30 or more men in the same uniform. One of them keels left and ejects the contents of his stomach... 
 
 I knew exactly where I was at... Oh no... Not this... Not this... I reach the side of the Higgins boat and look out over its high side... Dozens were around us, heading for the fast approaching beach head... 
 
 I had gone back 19 years too far... Its June 6, 1944, and I am stuck on a transport boat heading straight for the jaws of death...
