As I made my way forward I wondered whether the landing craft's interior would be swept by machine-gun fire when the ramp went down. "We've come in too far to the right!" I heard myself shouting. "Bear left as soon as we're ashore and run like hell!" The men, their faces set, nodded dumbly. There was a screech of tortured metal as we scraped past one of the obstacles. I was horrified to see that a large explosive charge was attached to it. To my relief, the charge did not detonate, but I had no time to reflect on the subject as the craft slithered to a standstill on the sand and the ramp went down.