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Show me your jump wings, please

Mar. 27th, 2012 | 10:01 pm

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All gone away.

May. 18th, 2008 | 02:52 pm
I'm feeling...: cold

The lists of wounded and dead in my pockets get longer, and there’s nothing I can do but keep count. One dead, two wounded this day, two dead, four wounded the next. The wall of Easy Company that is me begins to crack. When Hoobs died that day, the walls came crashing down. I mean, I lost one of my closest friends, and there was nothing to do except keep him warm and try to fumble for the femoral artery amid the layers of cloth. I couldn’t find it. I wasn’t fast enough. Five minutes. Five minutes, and he was gone, bled out in our arms. I couldn’t cry. Not then. Not until after, after I had made it back to my foxhole, then the sobs came.

January 10. I walk over to see how Skip and Penk are faring. I find only a smoky foxhole, with charred remains of a sleeping bag and a cracked edge of a rosary. They’re gone, blown to heaven by a mortar shell. Malark kneels in the snow beside me, pawing desperately, trying to find a fragment of his friends, something to hold on to, something to cry over. I hand him the rosary. “You should have this.” I offer to take him back to the aid station, maybe just to rest for a while, regroup his thoughts. He says no, eyes crushed and defeated. I watch him walk away, thumbing the beads of the rosary, and feel the tears rush back to my eyes.

We lose so much out here. We lose friends, hope, soulmates. The warmth is sapped from our cells, from our blood, leaving us as frozen shells of who we were before. We emerge as changed souls into the harsh sunlight of late winter, blinking in the light and breathing in the fresh air. Freedom seems too far away for our hands to reach.


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In Bastogne: December 24, 1944

Jan. 9th, 2008 | 01:21 pm
I'm feeling...: cold

I've grown used to blood; the smell of it, coppery and acidic, the feel of it on my hands, I've tasted it in my mouth when I've bitten my lip during the barrages, hoping and praying to not hear the one word that would send me out into the smoke and gunfire, an angel in bloodstained ODs sent to give life...or take it away. I've bandaged so many wounds, wiped away countless tears, prayed with and for men who I sometimes didn't know, sometimes did. But I've never cried. Not even once. I've run of tears to shed. They've frozen.

I'm always amazed at how here in Bastogne, where even the plasma freezes, that blood can be so warm, flowing hot and red onto the snow, staining it a deep and horrible pink.

Sometimes, when the guns have gone silent, and I can no longer hear the cries of the wounded, I check my pulse, just to see if I am still breathing, alive.

At night, before I fall asleep, I pray for strength, I pray for mercy, I pray for all the dead men who I have tenderly covered in blankets and mourned over.

But most of all I pray for an end to our suffering.

"Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
with all my heart."

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OOC: happy holidays

Dec. 24th, 2007 | 12:31 am
I'm feeling...: calm

I'd like to wish everyone a safe and happy Christmas and New Years.

*hugs all 'round.*

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Nov. 16th, 2007 | 08:44 pm
I'm feeling...: cheerful

Things I am not allowed to do...BoB style

yoinked from


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Nov. 13th, 2007 | 10:43 pm
I'm feeling...: calm

Holland is nice but I wish the civilians would let us do our jobs.

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OOC: veteran's day

Nov. 12th, 2007 | 05:57 pm

I'd just like to pay my respects to all the men and women who have valiantly served our country in times of war.


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Well, that was interesting...

Oct. 19th, 2007 | 12:41 pm
I'm feeling...: annoyed

Well, the Normandy jump went all to hell. Got scattered all over the place.

Our C.O, Lieutenant Meehan, is missing, along with the rest of his stick. Goddamn it, I shoula asked Sergio for the sizzuhs back before we jumped...

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[OOC: quizzes for laughs]

Sep. 20th, 2007 | 09:09 am
I'm feeling...: bouncy
Listening to...: Get me some goddamn sizzuhs

Got bored XD Quizzes yoinked from airborneshifty cause they're awesome like that. 8D quizzesCollapse )

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Crack: Bar scene

Sep. 18th, 2007 | 08:12 am

"Ah, being on leave is truly wonderful." Gene sighed contentedly and took a sip of his drink.

"You said it, Doc." Nixon grinned.

The chime of the bell hung above the door startled them for a moment.

"Mind if I join you two?" Speirs smiled and sat down beside the two men.


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