The famous five are away on a splendid weekend adventure.

Do we have to go home today?

sighed Anne.

I agree said Dick.

Even Timmy looks sad.

Cheer up everyone.

Beams Julian, I booked long weekend tickets we can return anytime on Monday

Oh you are clever Julian said Anne save over 50% with the long weekend a ticket from Great Western Railway.

Adventures start here.

Selected routes turn supply, saving in comparison to an anytime return fare. Within the cramped confines of Higgins landing craft roaring across the English Channel

Chum. A platoon of three dozen American GIs huddles shoulder to shoulder,

preparing to charge onto the Normandy beaches. Around them in all directions are the all too familiar sounds of war.

The engines rumbling cacophony blended with distant explosions of mortar and gunfire blasts,

the stinging salt spray in the eyes.

Here on board it is a weird waiting stillness.

Each soldier isolated within its thoughts and fears, yet at the same time drawing comfort in their numbers

from the solid area of their fellow fighters.

Everyone praying, hoping, fearing, stealing their will with a dreadful moment when the ramp is dropped open and the battle is joined.

An instant later, all that is still becomes chaos and terror.

Each soldier fighting to move, some shot where they stand, others diving towards the water,

a few sinking under their own weight.

The simple objective is clear.

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