Malcolm was ahead of the rest of his section, looking back at the men under his command. Some of them younger then him and some older. He looked back to the frot and took a deep breath, before having to yell over the sound of planes, the engine and the splashing of the waves against the boat. "Alright everyone! When we land we are probably going be taking heavy gun fire, so try st-" his commands wes cut short when everyone in the boat was shoved forward. Malcolm stood up and put his helmet back on, he yelled to the driver "what the fuck was that!? why aren't we moving?" He asked in a heavy Scottish accent. They yelled back "we head the bottom, you guys have to get out and wand your self th rest of the way to the shore!" He yelled, Malcolm just shook his head as the back door poped open.<br/><br/>"Alright everyone, we are going have to make out own way to the shore, try to keep your weapons dry and we will be alright." He said, waiting for the section to make there way out so he may get out as well. But he could already tell that this would most likely end in may people sea before they hit the shore.