Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 3

I never realized just how much I would miss the good ole' U.S. of A. when they shipped me overseas, leading up to storming the beach at Normandy and being one of the lucky ones that lived through it. I almost didn't, though. I would've died right there if it hadn't been for Pfc. Jim Harrigan, who slapped my face when I choked and hit the sand, telling me to get my ass up and start running or he'd shoot me himself.

So I ran with Harrigan. Actually, all through the war we ran together, always saving each other's lives...