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Band of Brothers Easy Company Sorted Between Surviving and Not Surviving WWII: Part 1 of 2

Hey all! Here is part 1 of my big BoB post!!! I still have some work to do on part 2 but I will try to have it up as soon as I can. I hope you all find this useful and also a little bit interesting. I had so much fun doing the research for it. 🙂❤️

Enjoy!!! xoxo

Died During the War:

Company Commanders:

First Lieutenant Thomas Meehan III

Born: July 8th, 1921 (Philadelphia, PA)

Enlisted: March 16th, 1941 (Philadelphia, PA)

Died: June 6th, 1944/ D-Day (Normandy, France)

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: Plane shot down and crashed after being hit by German anti-aircraft fire.

• His remains were finally returned to the U.S. in 1952 and he is currently buried at the Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery just south of St. Louis, Missouri

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantry Badge

• American Campaign Medal

• Purple Heart

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 2 service stars)

• World War II Victory Medal

• French Liberation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

Wounded?: No (died before seeing any combat)

Family:

• Thomas Meehan II (Father)

• Marion Opp Meehan (Mother)

• Anne Shore (Wife)

• Barrie Meehan Meller (Daughter)

Non-commissioned Officers:

Sergeant Warren Harold "Skip" Muck

Born: January 31st, 1922 (Tonawanda, NY)

Enlisted: August 17th, 1942 (Buffalo, NY)

Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Alex Penkala, and exploded.

• Skip Muck is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings) with 2 combat stars

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation (with one Oak Leaf Cluster)

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrow device)

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• Belgian World War II Service Medal

Fought:

• D-Day/Battle of Normandy (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: Never wounded until KIA in Bastogne

Family:

• Elmer Julius Muck Sr. (Father)

• Loretta M. Muck (Mother)

• Elmer J. Muck Jr. (Older Brother)

• Ruth Muck (Younger Sister)

• Faye Tanner (Fiancée)

Enlisted Men:

Corporal Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler

Born: June 28th, 1922 (Manchester, OH)

Enlisted: July 22nd, 1942 (Fort Thomas, KY)

• Joined the Ohio National Guard on October 15th, 1940 and served until October 1941.

Died: January 3rd, 1945 (Bastogne, Belgium)

• Don Hoobler is buried at Manchester IOOF Cemetery with his father (d. 1941), mother (d. 1976), and brother George (d. 1932).

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: After acquiring a German Luger and placing the gun in his pocket the gun discharged due to the pressure of the multiple layers of clothing he was wearing and severed the femoral artery in his right leg. He bled out and died before he was able to be transported to an aid station.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Purple Heart

• American Defense Medal

• European Theater of Operations Ribbon

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: No. Not until his fatal non-combat related gunshot wound to his leg in Bastogne.

Family:

• Sergeant Ralph Brenton Hoobler (Father)

• Kathryn Phyllis [Carrigan] Hoobler (Mother)

• John R. Hoobler (Brother)

• George B. Hoobler (Brother)

• Mary Kathryn [Hoobler] Lane (Sister)

Private First Class Alex Mike Penkala Jr.

Born: August 30th, 1924 (Niles, Michigan)

Drafted: February 27th, 1942 (Toledo, OH)

Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)

Age at Death: 20 years old

Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Skip Muck, and exploded.

• Alex Penkala is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Purple Heart

• Bronze Star

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrowhead)

• World War Two Victory Medal

• Reconnaissance de la France Libérée

• Croix de guerre with palm

• Médaille commémorative de la Guerre

• Good Conduct Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: Wounded by a mortar explosion in the arm in Bastogne.

Family: Alex Penkala's parents emigrated from Poland in 1906 and his father barely spoke English. All the Penkala children (including Alex) were fluent in Polish.

• Alexander Penkala Sr. (Father)

• Mary [Kinski] Penkala (Mother) *died in childbirth in 1927 delivering her 13th child

• Angela M. [Penkala] Sobczyk (Oldest Sister)

• Mary [Penkala] Setlak (2nd Oldest Sister)

• Helen E. [Penkala] Hawblitzel (3rd Oldest Sister)

• Matilda V. [Penkala] Budney (4th Oldest Sister)

• Genevieve A. [Penkala] Glujas (5th Oldest Sister)

• Edward F. Penkala (Oldest Brother)

• Clem J. Penkala (2nd Oldest Brother)

• Evelyn A. [Penkala] Tatay (6th Oldest Sister)

• Irene [Penkala] Lichatowich (7th Oldest Sister)

• Rose L. [Penkala] Kaczmarczyk (2nd Youngest Sister)

• Gertrude E. [Penkala] Picking (Youngest Sister)

• Sylvia (Girlfriend)

Survived the War:

Company Commanders:

Captain Herbert Maxwell Sobel

Born: January 26th, 1912 (Chicago, IL)

Enlisted: March, 7th 1941

Died: September 30th, 1987 (Waukegan, IL)

Age at Death: 75 years old

Cause of Death: Malnutrition

• In 1970 Sobal shot himself in the head in an attempted suicide. The bullet entered his temple and severed his optic nerve rendering him blind for the rest of his life.

• He died a Lieutenant Colonel; serving in both WWII & Korea

• Sobel was cremated after his death

• Sobel is buried at Montrose Cemetery-Crematorium in Chicago, IL

• No one attended his funeral

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Bronze Star Medal

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• World War II Victory Medal

• Croix de guerre (France)

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: No

After the War: Worked as a credit manager for a telephone equipment company in Chicago.

• Sobel was born into a Jewish family, his wife was devoutly Catholic. This was a major problem for his family.

• Sobel and his wife divorced sometime in the late 1960s and he became estranged from his family shortly after.

Family:

• Max H. Sobel (Father)

• Dora Friedman (Mother)

• Julian Sobel (Brother)

• Maxine Sobel (Brother)

• Ruth Sobel (Sister)

• Rose Sobel (Wife)

• Michael Sobel (Son)

• Herbert Sobel Jr. (Son)

• Rick Sobel (Son)

• 1 daughter (died a few days after birth)

Major Richard Davis "Dick" Winters

Born: January 21st, 1918 (New Holland, PA)

Enlisted: August 25th, 1941 (place unknown)

Died: January 2nd, 2011 (Campbelltown, PA)

Age at Death: 92 years old

Cause of Death: Parkinson's disease

• Dick is buried at Bergstrasse Evangelical Lutheran Church, Ephrata Township, PA and was laid to rest on January 8th, 2011.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (with 2 Combat Stars)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Medal of the City of Einhoven

• Distinguish Service Cross [The second highest medal awarded by the US Military]

• Bronze Star with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Defense Medal

• National Defense Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• War Cross (Belgium) with palm

• Belgian World War II Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

• Western Allied invasion of Germany

Wounded?: Took a ricochet sniper bullet to the leg in Carentan.

After the War: Became a production assistant at Nixon Nitration Works, a plastics adhesive factory, in Raritan, NJ

Family:

• Richard Winters (Father)

• Edith Winters (Mother)

• Beatrice Winters (Sister)

• Ann Sheehan (Younger Sister)

• Ethel Estoppey Winters (Wife)

• Richard T. Winters (Son)

• Jill Peckelun (Daughter)

First Lieutenant Frederick Theodore "Moose" Heyliger

Born: June 23rd, 1916 (Acton, MA)

Enlisted: November 25th, 1940

Died: November 3rd, 2001 (Concord, MA)

• Moose is buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

Age at Death: 85 years old

Cause of Death: Stroke

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• Military Cross

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

Wounded?: Was accidentally shot by one of his own men (a replacement) on October 31st, 1944. His wounds caused him to need to undergo skin and nerve grafts. He was discharged from the army in February 1947 after being in military hospitals for nearly 3 years.

After the War: Worked as a salesman for landscape and agriculture chemical companies.

Family:

• Theodore Godet Heyliger (Father)

• Bertha Louise Heyliger (Mother)

• Johannes Almon Heyliger (Older Brother)

• Pauline Louise Heyliger (Older Sister)

• Howard Francis Heyliger (2nd Oldest Brother)

• Vic Heyliger (Younger Brother)

• Evelyn Davis (First Wife) [divorced early 1960s]

• Frederick Heyliger Jr. (Son)

• Diane Heyliger (Daughter)

• Mary Heyliger (Second Wife)

• Jon Heyliger (Son)

First Lieutenant Norman Staunton "Foxhole Norman" Dike Jr.

Born: May 19th, 1918 (Brooklyn, NY)

Enlisted: January 22nd, 1942

Died: June 23rd, 1989 (Rolle, Switzerland)

• Dike is buried at West Thompson Cemetery, Thompson Windham County, North Grosvenor Dale, Connecticut.

Age at Death: 71 years old

Cause of Death: "A long illness" is all the info I could find

Awards/Medals:

• Silver Star

• Bronze Star with Oak Leaf Cluster

• Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster

• Order of Orange-Nassau Netherlands 2nd class

Fought:

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: Shot in the right shoulder in Foy

After the War: Dike opened his own law practice in Switzerland

Family:

• Norman S. Dike Sr. (Father)

• Evelyn M. Biddle (Mother)

• Barbra Tredick Dimmick McIntire (Wife) (m. June 20th 1942 - divorced June 1946)

• Catherine Pochon (2nd Wife) (m. March 12th, 1957)

• Anthony Randolph Dike (Son)

• Robin Dike Auchincloss (Daughter)

• Barbra Matilda Dike (Daughter)

• Deborah Ann Dike (Daughter)

Captain Ronald Charles Speirs

Born: April 20th, 1920 (Edinburgh, United Kingdom)

Enlisted: April 11th 1942

Died: April 11th, 2007 (Saint Marie, Montana)

Age at Death: 86 years old

Cause of Death: Died suddenly; cause unknown

• Burial details unknown

Awards/Medals:

• Master Parachutist Badge with 4 combat jump devices (stars)

• Combat Infantry Badge 2nd Award

• Silver star

• Legion of Merit

• Bronze Star with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters

• Purple Heart with ne Oak Leaf Clusters

• Army Commendation Medal

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• National Defense Service Medal with Service Star

• Korean Service Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device

• Croix de Guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation

• United Nations Korea Medal

• Korean War Service Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: Wounded by fire from an enemy machine gun in Rendijk, Holland

After the War: After WWII Spiers stayed in the army for 22 years and served in both the Korean and Cold Wars. Once out of the army Speirs served as the Governor of Spandau Prison (where Nazi war criminals were held).

Family:

• Robert Spiers (Father)

• Martha McNeil (Mother)

• Margaret Griffiths (Wife) (m. May 20th, 1944 - 1946) * Divorced bc she was British and didnt't want to move to America with him.

• Leonie Gertrude Hume Fritz (2nd Wife) (m. 1958)

• Ramona Dolores Pujol Strumph (3rd Wife) (m. 1987)

• Robert (Son from 1st wife)

Junior Officers:

Captain Lewis Nixon

Born: September 30th, 1918 (New York, NY)

Enlisted: January 14th, 1941 (Trenton, NJ)

Died: January 11th, 1995 (Los Angeles, CA)

Age at Death: 76 years old

Cause of Death: Complications from diabetes

• Lew is buried at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Hollywood Hills

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 3 combat stars

• Combat Infantyman Badge

• Purple Heart

• American Defense Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Ribbion with 3 Battle Stars and a Bronze Arrowhead

• World War Two Victory Medal

• World Was Two Army of Occupation Award with Germany Clasp

• French Criox de Guerre (Cross of Valor)

• Presidential Unit Citation with Bronze Oak Leaf

• 5 Overseas Service Stripes

• Ruptured Duck Patch (WWII Discharge Patch)

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

• Operation Varsity

Wounded?: In the Netherlands he was hit by a bullet from a German MG 42 machine gun. The bullet went through his helmet, grazed his forehead, and left a burn mark.

After the War: Nix worked at his family's Nixon Nitration Works in Edison, New Jersey alongside his father and friend Dick Winters.

Family:

• Stanhope Wood Nixon (father)

• Doris Ryer Nixon (mother)

• Fletcher Ryer Nixon (brother)

• Blanche Nixon (sister)

• Katharine Page (1st Wife) (m. December 20th, 1941 - 1944)

• Irene Miller (2nd Wife) (m. June 1946 - 1962)

• Grace Umezawa (3rd Wife) (m. 1962)

• Michael Nixon (Son with 1st Wife)

First Lieutenant Lynn Davis "Buck" Compton

Born: December 31st, 1921 (Los Angeles, CA)

Enlisted: Was already ROTC (started 1940) when the war broke out (graduated in 1943 and assigned to the 176th Infantry Regiment)

Died: February 25th, 2012 (Burlington, WA)

Age at Death: 90 years old

Cause of Death: Complications from a heart attack he had in January 2012

• Buck was cremated after his death and his ashes were given to his family

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 2 jump stars

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Silver Star

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Defense Service Medal

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with arrow device (airborne assult) and 3 campaign stars

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• French Croix de guere with palm

• French Liberation Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: In 1944, during Operation Market Garden, Buck was shot in the backside. Then, in January 1945, Buck suffered severe battle fatigue after witnessing two close friends (Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere) badly wounded by artillery fire.

After the War: He attended Loyola Law School in Los Angeles and joined the LA Police Department in 1946 becoming a detective in the Central Burglary Division. He left the LAPD for the District Attorney's office in 1951 as a deputy district attorney. He was promoted in 1964 to chief deputy district attorney. In 1970, Governor Ronald Reagan appointed him an Associate Justice of the California Court of Appeal. He retired in 1990.

• (Fun Fact/Before the War) Buck played as the catcher on his college baseball team his junior year. One of his teammates was Jackie Robinson. Also, Bucks mother worked on movies and Buck was present on set with his mother and met actor Charlie Chaplin. Buck, being a child at the time, was so rowdy and disruptive that Charlie Chaplin kicked him off set.

Family:

• Roby Franks Compton (Father)

• Ethel Camille Compton (Mother)

• Geraldine Compton (1st Wife)

• Donna Faye Newman Compton (2nd Wife)

• Tracy Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)

• Syndee Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)

#band of brothers #thomas meehan #skip muck #donald hoobler #alex penkala #herbert sobel #dick winters #moose heyliger #norman dike #ronald speirs #lewis nixon #buck compton #part 1 #alyygx

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thoughpoppiesblow · 1 year

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-> an excerpt from All Quiet On the Western Front.

#caps by francy bc hers are the best <3 #band of brothers #moose heyliger #hbo war #bandofbrothersedit #waredit #userjack #useramz #jj creates #enjoy your tears my friends

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teabights · 8 months

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Tbh your boi moose heyliger needs more love and the cutest.

Moose Heyliger is pretty great. Not a huge Moose girl. But I support the him needing more love. He definitely does.

#band of brothers #teabights #moose heyliger

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shoshiwrites · 5 months

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Band of Brothers Ages: IRL vs. Actors

Did you know that according to a 1947 study, almost half the men who served in WWII were still under age 26 by the end of the war?

What this is : A (very long) post comparing the ages of the actors in Band of Brothers vs. the IRL figures they are portraying.

Background: Did I need to do this? No. Did anyone ask for this? Also no. Did I do it anyway? Yes.

Disclaimers: This is SUPER approximate for the most part. I based IRL ages off of D-Day unless otherwise noted, and actor ages off of January 1, 2000, the year filming took place (the latter is where the most variation will be because I didn't try to figure out what month filming started). I also didn't fact-check birthdays beyond googling. Most are sourced from the Band of Brothers and Military Wikis on fandom.com, Wikipedia, and IMDb.

I broke them up into rough categories, which are, again, approximate. I know I often forget how young the real life people were here, and this was a good reminder of that. I also found it interesting to see which actors were actually younger than their roles!

Check it all out under the cut ⬇️

~10+ years older

Dale Dye (55) as Col. Robert F. Sink (39) (~16 years)

Michael Cudlitz (35) as Denver "Bull" Randleman (23) (~12)

Marc Warren (32) as Albert Blithe (20) (~12)

Rocky Marshall (33) as Earl J. McClung (21) (~12)

Frank John Hughes (32) as William J. Guarnere (21) (~11)

Neal McDonough (33) as Lynn D. (Buck) Compton (22) (~11)

Dexter Fletcher (33) as John W. Martin (22) (~11)

~5+ years older

Simon Schatzberger (32) as Joseph A. Lesniewski (23) (~9)

Richard Speight Jr. (30) Warren H. (Skip) Muck (22) (~8)

Jason O'Mara (30) as Thomas Meehan (22) (~8)

Ron Livingston (32) as Lewis Nixon (25) (~7)

Donnie Wahlberg (30) as C. Carwood Lipton (24) (~6)

Matthew Settle (30) as Ronald C. Speirs (24) (~6)

Nolan Hemmings (28) as Charles E. "Chuck" Grant (22) (~6)

Douglas Spain (25) as Antonio C. Garcia (19) (~6)

George Calil (26) as James H. "Mo" Alley Jr. (21) (~5)

Rick Gomez (27) as George Luz (22) (~5 year)

Scott Grimes (28) as Donald G. Malarkey (23) (~5)

Stephen Graham (26) as Myron "Mike" Ranney (21) (~5)

~less than 5 years older

Shane Taylor (25) as Eugene G. Roe (21) (~4)

Tim Matthews (23) as Alex M. Penkala Jr. (19) (~4)

Matthew Leitch (24) as Floyd M. "Tab" Talbert (20) (~4)

Peter O'Meara (30) as Norman S. Dike Jr. (26) (~4)

Tom Hardy (22) as John A. Janovec (18) (~4)

Rick Warden (28) as Harry F. Welsh (25) (~3)

Kirk Acevedo (28) as Joseph D. Toye (25) (~3)

Eion Bailey (25) as David Kenyon Webster (22) (~3)

Craig Heaney (26) as Roy W. Cobb (29) (~3)

Damian Lewis (28) as Richard D. Winters (26) (~2)

Robin Laing as Edward J. "Babe" Heffron (~2, 21/23)

Ben Caplan (26) as Walter S. "Smokey" Gordon Jr. (24) (~2)

David Schwimmer (32) as Herbert M. Sobel (33) (~1 year)

Michael Fassbender (22) as Burton P. "Pat" Christenson (21) (~1)

Colin Hanks (22) as Lt. Henry Jones (21) (~1) (age around Bastogne)

Bart Ruspoli (23) as Edward J. Tipper (22) (~1)

~Same age

Peter Youngblood Hills as Darrell C. "Shifty" Powers (21)

Mark Huberman as Lester "Les" Hashey (19)

Younger

Lucie Jeanne (23) as Renée Lemaire (30) (age around Bastogne) (~7)

Ross McCall (23) as Joseph D. Liebgott (29) (~6)

Simon Pegg (29) as William S. Evans (~33) (~4)

Philip Barantini (19) as Wayne A. "Skinny" Sisk (22) (~3)

James Madio (24) as Frank J. Perconte (27) (~3)

Stephen McCole (25) as Frederick "Moose" Heyliger (27) (~2)

Matt Hickey (~16) as Patrick S. O'Keefe (18) (~2)

Incomplete/not found

Phil McKee as Maj. Robert L. Strayer (34)

Rene L. Moreno as Joseph Ramirez (30)

Doug Allen as Alton M. More (24)

David Nicolle as Lt. Thomas A. Peacock (24)

Rebecca Okot as Anna (Augusta Chiwy) (24) (age around Bastogne)

Alex Sabga-Brady as Francis J. Mellet (23)

Mark Lawrence as William H. Dukeman Jr. (22)

Nicholas Aaron as Robert E. (Popeye) Wynn (22)

Peter McCabe as Donald B. Hoobler (21)

Marcos D'Cruze as Joseph P. Domingus (not found)

#ty mercurygray for that sweet sweet jstor access #band of brothers #uhh one more disclaimer it's entirely possible that i mistyped stuff here and that i switched ages/etc.#i did try to proofread though!#anyway. i apologize if anyone has already done this.#shoshi.txt #sort of #it's also very possible that i spent too much time online today

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hbowar-bracket · 3 months

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Albert Blithe

Alex Penkala

Alice

Alton More

Anna

Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks

Antonio 'Poke' Espera

Antonio Garcia

Army Chaplain Teska

Baba Karamanlis

Bernard DeMarco

Bill 'Hoosier' Smith

Bill Leyden

Billy Taylor

Brad 'Iceman' Colbert

Burton Christenson

Capt. Andrew Haldane

Carwood Lipton

Charles (Chuck) Grant

Charles Bean Cruikshank

Charles K. Bailey

Col. Robert Sink

Cpt. Bryan Patterson

Cpt. Craig 'Encino Man' Schwetje

Cpt. Dave 'Captain America' McGraw

Curtis Biddick

Darrell (Shifty) Powers

David Solomon

David Webster

Denver (Bull) Randleman

Donald Hoobler

Dr. Sledge

Edward (Babe) Heffron

Elmo 'Gunny' Haney

Eric Kocher

Eugene Jackson

Eugene Roe

Eugene Sledge

Evan 'Q-Tip' Stafford

Evan 'Scribe' Wright

Everett Blakely

Father John Maloney

Floyd (Tab) Talbert

Frank Murphy

Frank Perconte

Frederick (Moose) Heyliger

Gabe Garza

Gale 'Buck' Cleven

George Luz

Glenn Graham

Gunnery Sgt. Mike 'Gunny' Wynn

Gunnery Sgt. Ray 'Casey Kasem' Griego

Hamm

Harry Crosby

Harry Welsh

Helen

Herbert Sobel

Howard 'Hambone' Hamilton

Jack Kidd

James (Mo) Alley

James Chaffin

James Douglass

James Gibson

James Miller

Jason Lilley

Jean Achten

Jeffrey 'Dirty Earl' Carisalez

John 'Bucky' Egan

John Basilone

John Christeson

John D. Brady

John Fredrick

John Janovec

John Julian

John Martin

Joseph 'Bubbles' Payne

Joseph Liebgott

Joseph Toye

Josh Ray Person

Katherine 'Tatty' Spaatz

Ken Lemmons

Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley

Larry Shawn 'Pappy' Patrick

Leandro 'Shady B' Baptista

Lena Basilone

Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens

Lewis Nixon

Lt. Edward 'Hillbilly' Jones

Lt. Henry Jones

Lt. Nathaniel Fick

Lt. Thomas Peacock

Lynn (Buck) Compton

Maj. 'Red' Bowman

Maj. John Sixta

Mama Karamanlis

Manuel Rodriguez

Mary Frank Sledge

Meesh

Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton

Navy Hm2 Robert Timothy 'Doc' Bryan

Neil 'Chick' Harding

Norman Dike

Old Man on Bicycle

Patrick O'Keefe

Phyllis

R.V. Burgin

Ralph (Doc) Spina

Renee Lemaire

Richard Winters

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Robert 'Stormy' Becker

Robert (Popeye) Wynn

Robert Leckie

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Reyes

Ronald Speirs

Roy Claytor

Roy Cobb

Sammy

Sgt. Mallard

Sidney Phillips

Stella Karamanlis

Teren 'T' Holsey

Vera Keller

Walt Hasser

Walter (Smokey) Gordon

Warren (Skip) Muck

Wayne (Skinny) Sisk

Wilbur 'Runner' Conley

William Guarnere

William Hinton

William J. DeBlasio

William Quinn

Winifred 'Pappy' Lewis

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0urbladesaresharp · 1 year

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RESULTS Fandom's Favorite HBO War Character (Round 1)

Thank you so much for the great responses to everyone who participated in Round 1 of the poll. 85 votes were cast in this round, which was way more than I ever hoped would participate! Also, your comments in the optional box and in my Tumblr notes are hilarious. Please keep them coming.

Not too many surprises in this first round, but it only gets tougher from here, folks! Some insights on the voting:

The biggest surprise was definitely the defeat of John Basilone by Ack Ack Haldane. This was a tough one!

The largest vote difference was between David Webster (98.8% of the votes) vs. Roy Cobb (1.2%) The hatred for Roy Cobb is noted and appreciated :)

The closest match-up was between Eric Kocher (51.8%) and John Christeson (48.2%) sadly knocking my boy John out of the running :(

Under the cut are the numbers on who voted who with commentary from yours truly. Round 2 will hopefully be up tomorrow, Sunday, November 6. Hope to see you there!

Dick Winters (82) vs. Don Hoobler (3)

Lewis Nixon (78) vs. Albert Blithe (7)

Doc Roe (81) vs. Ralph Spina (4)

Donald Malarkey (55) vs. Shifty Powers (30)

Carwood Lipton (81) vs. Mo Alley (4)

Floyd Talbert (53) vs. Chuck Grant (32) I'm so sorry

Bull Randleman (72) vs. Popeye Wynn (13)

Johnny Martin (65) vs. Skinny Sisk (20)

George Luz (70) vs. Harry Welsh (15) also very sorry

Frank Perconte (78) vs. Alton More (7)

Joe Liebgott (81) vs. Burt "Pat" Christenson (4)

Skip Muck (51) vs. Buck Compton (34) wow really sorry

Babe Heffron (74) vs. Alex Penkala (11)

Antonio Garcia (44) vs. Joseph Ramirez (41) SO CLOSE

Bill Guarnere (73) vs. John Hall (12) sorry to the person in the comments who I hurt with my pairing here :(

Joe Toye (79) vs. Moose Heyliger (6)

David Webster (84) vs. Roy Cobb (1) LOL (that 1 vote came at the very end)

Ron Speirs (82) vs. Smokey Gordon (3)

Col. Robert Sink (65) vs. Maj. Robert Strayer

Thomas Peacock (47) vs. William Dukeman Jr. (38)

Ed Tipper (51) vs. Earl McClung (34)

Herbert Sobel (57) vs. Norman Dike (28) I would love to study WHY

Patrick O'Keefe (55) vs. Mike Ranney (30) Y'all did my boy dirty

John Janovec (46) vs. James Miller (39) Why do I feel like this was totally a Tom Hardy vs. James McAvoy thing???

Thomas Meehan (53) vs. John Julian (32) They literally both die after like one episode lol

Eugene Jackson (71) vs. Edward Shames (14)

Robert Leckie (70) vs. Dr. Sledge (15) I could feel the dislike for Leckie in those 15 votes

Eugene Sledge (73) vs. Hugh Corrigan (12)

Ack Ack Haldane (65) John Basilone (20) so sorry

Sidney Phillips (54) vs. Bill Leyden (31) how dare y'all

Chuckler Juergens (56) vs. Runner Conley (29)

Snafu Shelton (76) vs. Elmo "Gunny" Haney (9)

R.V. "Burgie" Burgin (68) vs. Ronnie Gibson (17)

Hoosier Smith (77) vs. Jay de'Leau (8) so sorry to that one person who left the sad comment on my poll :(

Chesty Puller (69) vs. Lt. Stone (16)

Manuel Rodriquez (47) vs. J.P. Morgan (38) It's Jon Bernthal. I get it.

Lena Riggi Basilone (62) vs. Vera Keller (23) Lena wins, as she should.

Hillbilly Jones (78) vs. Robert Oswalt (7)

John Hamm (55) vs. John Powell (30)

Stella (46) vs. Gwen (39) this one was actually much closer than I thought it would be

Brad Colbert (74) vs. Bryan Patterson (11)

Ray Person (76) vs. Gabe Garza (9)

Poke Espera (67) vs. Evan Wright (18)

Nate Fick (76) vs. Jason Lilley (9)

James Trombley (53) vs. Meesh (32)

Doc Bryan (75) vs. Godfather Ferando (10)

Q-Tip Stafford (69) vs. Manimal Jacks (16)

Walt Hasser (50) vs Mike Wynn (35) sorry

Shady B Baptista (65) vs. James Chaffin (20)

Rudy Reyes (75) vs. James Mattis (10) these 10 people need to be checked

Captain America (49) vs. Casey Kasem (36) this one was close for most of the polling

Encino Man (46) vs. John Sixta (39) this one was also close

Steven Lovell (57) vs. Jeff "Dirty Earl" Carisalez (28)

Eric Kocher (44) vs. John Christeson (41) the lead was even closer until the last few votes

Pappy Patrick (67) vs. Todd Eckloff (18)

See you crazy kids in Round 2!

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[Masterlist] [on ao3]

George and Phyllis and Bastogne, let's go! A warning: I upped the rating on ao3 for this chapter because it deals heavily (although not too graphically) with death. But I promise, it won't be all depressing!

I did, however, listen to this song for most of the writing so... you know. (The lyrics are in German but there's a beautiful instrumental part.)

Tagging: @next-autopsy

As always, this fic is entirely about the fictionalized representations of the men of Easy Company that we see on the show. I mean no disrespect to the real men by writing this.

No tired sigh, no rolling eye, no irony - Part 8

Holland is full of ups and downs - the celebration in Eindhoven, the disastrous Market Garden retreat, their victory at the crossroads, Phyllis getting injured in a basement at battalion HQ, successfully rescuing a bunch of British soldiers, losing Moose Heyliger to a nervous replacement’s shots… It's dizzying, one thing after another until George doesn't know up from down anymore.

That is, until they get trucked from safe, warm Mourmelon to some godforsaken forest in Belgium, and it doesn't take long for him to understand: This time, things are going down. All the way down to hell, if hell tortured its souls with ice instead of fire.

***

Phyllis’ letter is the first and only bright spot in an absolutely miserable week, smuggled in just before they got cut off. It's not a long letter, but it's from her, and full of the exact hope that's been rapidly leeched out of the men of Easy Company in between the cold and the German shelling.

"George," she writes, and already he has to smile - always straight to the point, his Phyllis, no time to lose on niceties.

"I've found out what they sent you off to Bastogne with - basically nothing, and just in time for winter to really dig its heels in! I've been trying to rustle up at least some winter clothes, but even if we had any, I fear there's no time to get them to you before the supply lines are cut off. But don't give up hope: I'll keep trying, and so does everyone else. There's not a single person here, from the brass to the supply officers, orderlies and secretaries, who isn't fighting every moment of every day to get you what you need. I guarantee, not a moment goes by that we don't think of you, dug into the snow out there on the line. I know that's not the same as ammunition and clothes and food, but right now, it's all I have. I pray that it will be enough for just a little longer, just long enough. So: Don't give up hope, you're not alone and you're not forgotten. Stay safe, try to stay warm, and for the love of God, stay alive.

Phyllis"

George reads the letter five more times before he carefully folds it up and puts it in his breast pocket, right over his heart - as if somehow, through the sheer strength of her words, that little piece of paper could protect him from anything, be it a bullet or a shell or the cold itself.

Three weeks later, after he's watched Muck and Penkala being blown to pieces in a foxhole he was just making his way towards, after a dud has landed right next to him and Bill and Joe Toye lost their legs and Buck lost his fighting spirit, George wonders if somehow, his superstitious belief in the note has come true.

***

Captain Winters starts sending men away when he thinks they need a break from the line, probably aided by Nixon who has a knack for knowing exactly who might be needed for a specific job somewhere in town.

When Winters calls him to his makeshift command post to inform him that a shipment of radio parts has arrived and he should go and see if anything needs replacing in the radio he's been lugging around since Market Garden, George wonders if he should be worried. He thought he had been keeping it together fairly well, all things considered, but sending a man away to fix a radio that isn't even broken does not seem like it should be high among the Captain’s priorities.

His feeble protest is overruled by Captain Nixon, who adds:

“I hear Colonel Sink had all of battalion HQ moved to Bastogne after Patton’s Third Army broke through. Someone needs to check in if they've got any new intel for me anyway. Face it, Luz, you're a runner today.”

George wonders, briefly, if Nixon remembers the afternoon they spent digging out a caved-in cellar in Holland, remembers what exactly “battalion HQ” means to him. He finds it unlikely, until he catches the glint in the officer's eyes.

“Sink’s entire staff is set up near the old town hall, you can't miss it.”

Yup, Nixon knows exactly what he's doing.

“Now, head into town on the next jeep out, get yourself a hot meal and don't come back until that radio is back in top shape”, Winters adds, and George wonders uneasily just how much information Nixon shares with his fellow officer. Apparently, there’s a certain amount of gossip involved.

He shakes his paranoia off by reminding himself that whatever Nixon is doing, right now it’s working in his favor: If Nixon's right, Phyllis is in town, and he’s been basically ordered to stay as long as he can.

“Thank you, Sir. I'll bring you back a brand-new radio, if I can.”

“That's what I want to hear.” Winters sends him off with a salute, and before long, he's rumbling through the streets of Bastogne, haphazardly cleared of the rubble from the Germans’ deadly Christmas presents.

It’s hard to orient himself, the bombing having re-shaped the town until it’s initial layout is hidden from the naked eye. Fortunately, the jeep driver knows his way around and points George to a larger building that must have been some kind of inn or restaurant.

“You’ll find the supply officers in there. They’ll know where to get spare parts for your radio. I’ll be going back and forth all day. Last trip will probably be around 1600 from the church square. Make sure to be there.”

George nods and climbs out of the jeep, radio cradled in his arms. When he enters the building, a memory flashes across his mind, of running through a building in Aldbourne, radio clutched to his chest, and smack dab into Phyllis. The thought of running into her again - maybe not quite as literally - fills him with a hope so sudden it feels like a sting in his chest.

But first, he has a job to do. He talks to a supply officer, then gets sent on to a mechanic, who promises to take his radio apart, replace anything that looks like it might need it, and have it back in shape by 1600. He also helpfully points him to the mess hall, where the cooks cast one look at him and start to scrounge up some semi-warm food even though it’s not lunchtime yet.

The mess hall isn’t exactly warm, wind gusting in through the damaged wall in one corner of the house, but it’s still leagues better than out in the forest. George should just stay here, where he at least isn’t constantly shivering, and wait out the afternoon within easy reach of warm food. But after so much time crouched in foxholes, the thought of sitting around makes his skin crawl, and so he gets up and makes his way outside again, gasping as the frigid air hits his skin. No matter, he tells himself - he’s gotten used to worse, during those long cold nights out in the forest.

He ambles aimlessly through the streets, a mockery of the sightseeing trips he took on weekend passes out of Mourmelon, when he and a bunch of the other men would take a bus to Reims to marvel at the cathedral before catching a USO show and drinking and dancing the night away. Now, there’s nothing to look at, nothing except for rubble and harried-looking men hurrying through the streets with supplies or paperworks or injured men on stretchers.

He doesn’t pay attention to where he’s going, and suddenly he’s turned a corner of a street busy with jeeps only to realize it must be the street where the aid station is located. He’s heard a little of how bad it was there during the siege, mostly from Spina, who comes by his foxhole every once in a while for a cigarette and a chat. Doc Roe never talks about Bastogne, barely talks at all anymore.

Spina mentioned things, vaguely, but George still isn’t prepared when he sees it: The bombed-out church, the top of a dented bell peering out of a mountain of brick and timber. The hustle and bustle outside of the new aid station, just a few houses further down the street. And outside, lining the street on what must have been the sidewalk once, the carefully piled-up frozen corpses of the dead, so many dead.

He thinks of Hoobler, Muck and Penkala, and wonders if they’re in the pile as well, or if they were buried in the woods somewhere, in shallow graves etched laboriously into the frozen earth.

He feels dizzy suddenly, nauseous, and he doesn’t even know why. It’s certainly not his first sight of death, and probably won’t be the last, but there’s something about seeing it here, in the middle of what must have been a quaint, pretty town once, that makes the sight that much worse. He turns and stumbles blindly back out of the street, nearly getting hit by a jeep as it speeds by with an injured man strapped to it.

“George?” A voice exclaims, familiar but too dulled by the roaring in his ears. He ignores it and stumbles on, followed by the faint thud of footsteps until the voice calls out his name again, and suddenly there’s a tug on his arm.

“George!”

He tears himself away and whirls around, hand nearly going to his weapon on instinct before his sight clears and he realizes who’s standing before him.

“Phyllis?”

She’s nearly unrecognizable, bundled up in a hat, scarf, jacket and an almost comically oversized pair of pants - men’s clothes, he’d guess.

“What are you doing here?” Her gloved hands are hovering in the air between them, as if she started to reach out and then got scared mid-reach. Probably the moment she saw you reach for your weapon, he tells himself.

“Got sent by Captain Winters, to get my radio fixed.” His voice is hoarse, his throat dry. He wonders how long it’s been since he talked to someone. How long has he been wandering around like this?

“Is it broken?” The question is somewhat superfluous, but he doesn’t point it out.

“No,” he replies, biting down on the addition that threatens to bubble up inside him: But I might be. He forces himself to say literally anything else. “But the Captain asked me to have it looked at, see if any of the parts might need replacing. Mechanic’s looking it over right now.”

There, that was a normal thing to say, right? They’re back on track to a normal conversation. If he works just a little harder to keep it together, he’ll manage to convince her that he’s just fine.

“So I guess I’m stuck for a little while. Know any good places to get a drink around here?” He cringes at how strained the joke comes out.

Phyllis smiles, but the look in her eyes doesn’t go away, the one that looks suspiciously like pity.

“I could rustle up some coffee in my office, if you like. It’s just around here.”

He shrugs.

“Sure. I’ve got some time to kill.”

Bad choice of words, Phyllis’ look suggests. She looks pale, and considering her face is covered almost up to her nose, George thinks it can’t be all because of the cold. He wonders how often she has to walk along the street he just fled from, how ordinary the sight of piled-up bodies has become to her. Some old instinct flickers to life inside him, the urge to protect her, whisk her far away from all of this and make sure she never has to see such things again in her life. But he’s in no position to do any such thing and too worn down to dwell on it. The most he can do in terms of chivalry is offer her his arm as they walk. She takes it, but he gets the feeling her footing is much steadier than his. She’s wearing boots, too large like the rest of her clothes, and he can’t help but feel that familiar warm fondness inside of him: Here she is, not at all suited to anything about their current situation but still holding her ground.

Phyllis leads him to a house not far from the supply officers’ building, if his memory serves, in through a half-splintered door and to a room on the ground floor. She closes the door behind them, a surprising move given how careful she usually is about anything that might cause rumors. Perhaps she’s too tired to care, and perhaps everyone else is, too.

She directs him to sit on the room’s only chair and walks over to a sideboard with a small field stove and a metal mug on it. While she busies herself with making the promised coffee, George looks around the small room.

There’s a desk next to his chair, covered in neat piles of paper, one of its legs broken off near the bottom and propped up on some bricks. It faces the window to let in as much daylight as possible, but right now, the wooden shutters are closed from the outside, probably to keep the cold out. Dim light falls in through the slats. A second window is boarded up entirely, and George understands only at a second glance that it is because the entire windowpane is missing. In the corner farthest from the desk, there’s a narrow cot with a blanket draped over it. He raises his eyebrows.

“You sleep here? Is that safe?”

“Technically, I’m billeted with the nurses. But my working hours have become so irregular that sometimes I don’t want to have to walk over there in the middle of the night. This is more convenient. And I’m not alone in the house, several of the officers have set up in the other rooms.”

It’s not much of a reassurance, but knowing Phyllis, any additional pushing will not be welcome. And in any case, there probably aren’t many safer places in the town. At least the room has four walls, a roof and most of its windows. It’s certainly warmer than his foxhole or the drafty mess hall.

Even the coffee, when she hands it to him a short while later, doesn't turn frigid within minutes. George, who has learned to drink his coffee fast before the icy cold drains it of what little warmth it can provide, immediately takes a large gulp and burns his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It stings, badly, and it's such a stupid thing to hurt him after all the things that could have, lately, that he promptly bursts into tears.

Through the sheen of tears he sees Phyllis’ familiar shape step closer.

“George?” She sounds tentative, unsure what to do in a way he’s never heard her sound before. She’s so competent, normally, so sure of the next necessary steps. He had hoped at least she wouldn’t be changed by this frozen hell-place, but apparently, that was futile. “What’s wrong?”

He can’t tell her, can’t speak, his mouth still burning even though the coffee is long gone. Instead, he reaches out blindly, grasping her waist, and pulls her close. The way she’s standing before him, his head is about the same height as the middle of her stomach, and he leans forward to press his cheek against it. It’s unspeakably improper, intimate even though there are several thick layers of clothing still between them, and he half expects her to push him away and kick him out. Instead, she closes her arms around his shoulders and pulls him close, rubbing down his back and running soothing fingers through his hair while he sobs silently into her stomach. That alone should worry him, should tell him what a pathetic sight he must make. He doesn’t care. She’s warm and soft and alive, and that’s all he can process right now.

“Shh, it’s alright. You’re alright.” Neither of these things are true and they both know it, but he lets himself believe it, if only so he can stay here for another moment longer before he has to return to the cold and the deaths.

When the worst of it is over, he has no idea how he'll even find the strength to lift his head, let alone get up and drive back out to that frozen forest.

“You should rest for a bit, before you return,” Phyllis says as if he had said his last thought out loud. Maybe he has. Maybe she can read his mind. Maybe he just looks so goddamn tired and pitiful that she could guess. He wants to resist, but she’s already pulling him to his feet and guiding him over to the narrow bed set up in the corner. “Your radio will still be here later, and I’ll make sure no one finds you, alright?”

He should protest, he knows. He’s already imposed upon her too much, and considering Colonel Sink’s warning about improper behavior, the last thing he should do is risk getting found in what is essentially her bedroom.

But he’s just so tired, hasn’t slept properly in weeks. So he lets her gently push him down onto the cot, lets her lift his feet onto the bed and cover him with the blanket. He wants to tell her she shouldn’t, that he’s dragging all kinds of filth into her bed, but when he starts, she puts a finger to his lips and shushes him.

“Rest. When do you have to get back?”

“Jeep leaves at 1600,” he mumbles against her skin.

“Alright. I’ll wake you up with enough time to go get your radio.”

He should say thank you, for the bed and the coffee and letting him cry, but exhaustion is claiming him, fast, and all he can do is nod. The last thing he’s aware of is her hand softly running through his hair, across his forehead, down his cheek and up again. Then he’s out like a light.

***

Phyllis has been scared plenty of times since she had the brilliant idea of getting involved in this whole war business, but nothing has scared her as much as the sight of George Luz stumbling through the streets of Bastogne like a ghost. He looked too much like the corpses piled along the street, face gray and eyes empty, and too little like himself.

Then again, it’s a wonder any of himself is still there, after what the boys have been going through out in that forest. And it is still there, that spark of warmth and humor that she’s been steadily falling for ever since she first met him, it’s just buried deep under a layer of cold and fear and grief. She knows the name of every single friend he’s lost, because she gets the lists of dead every few days and she always checks the sheet for Easy Company first, heart pounding until she’s sure his name is not on it.

And now he’s here, sleeping peacefully on her cot, the gray of his skin gradually turning a more natural, almost rosy shade. She left her coffee burner on to make the room a little warmer than she usually has it. He deserves all the warmth he can get, before he has to make his way back out to the line.

She watches him for another few moments, the sight of his chest rising and falling steadily comforting proof that he’s still alive. Then she gets up from the edge of the cot and sits at her desk to get some work done.

She sets her little travel alarm clock to 3.30 to make sure he has enough time to collect his radio before he has to get to the jeep, then she turns her attention to her neverending lists. A strange peace settles over the room, the quiet only broken by the muted clicking of her typewriter, George’s soft breaths and the occasional distant boom of artillery.

By the time her alarm goes off, she’s so focused it startles her into a gasp, and George shoots upright on the cot, looking around disorientedly.

She adopts the same calming voice she has used before, one normally reserved for scared children and confused elderly.

“It’s 3.30. I set my alarm.”

George nods, running a hand across his face to hide his broad yawn.

“Thank you,” he tries to say, but gets cut off by another yawn. Phyllis has to smile.

“Would you like another coffee before you go?”

George ponders it for a moment, then shakes his head.

“I’m good for now. But maybe some water?”

She hands him her canteen. He takes it and drinks without hesitation, and she’s suddenly reminded of evenings at the pub in Aldbourne, of the silly little thrill it used to send through her when he stole a sip from her drink. There’s an intimacy to sharing a drink, she always thought, and now she knows there’s a similar intimacy to watching over someone’s sleep. She wonders if he feels it too. Probably not, considering there’s always one of his buddies watching over him when he sleeps in a foxhole. This isn’t much different.

He sets the canteen down and gets to his feet, walking over to the door and the rifle he set against the wall there. And just like that, she suddenly realizes, their time together is over. Despite the grief, despite the harrowing sight of him breaking down in tears, it was precious time. She doesn’t allow herself to wonder how long it will be until they get a moment like this again, just for themselves.

“I better head out, get that radio. I don’t want to miss the jeep.” George begins, standing awkwardly near the door. She wonders if he’s as reluctant to go as she is to let him. She can only hope it’s a little bit because of her too and not just because of the comfort of a bed and blanket in a warm room.

Her train of thought is cut off when he steps closer to take her hand.

“Thank you, for… all of this. Stay safe, alright?”

She should say the same thing to him, but it would feel too much like tempting fate.

“I will. And I’ll keep pestering everyone I can for better winter clothes and rations for you boys.”

The smile she gets in return finally resembles his former smile, even if it’s smaller and less bright. The sight is such a relief that, before she’s thought about it, she’s thrown her arms around his neck to hug him.

When she draws back, he looks for a moment as if there’s something else he wants to say. Instead, he picks up his rifle, grins once more, and opens the door.

“I’ll see you around,” he announces, a promise he shouldn’t make that she still eagerly soaks up.

Then he ducks out and the door closes behind him. Phyllis stands frozen in place for a moment, stunned by the quickness of his departure.

With a sigh, she sits back down at her desk. There’s work to do, and the best way to help George is if she does it well and makes sure he has everything he needs out there.

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Band Of Brothers // 20th Year Anniversary Event

Day 9 // ep: Why We Fight — Showing emotion: creations that prominently display a character’s emotions.

#don’t piss off the quiet ones #Eugene: (ง •̀_•́)ง #bc he cares #bob20anniversary #Band of Brothers #bandofbrothersedit #eugene roe #doe roe #dick winters #harry welsh #richard winters #chewieblog #cinemapix #hbowardaily #hboedit #hbowaredit #hbo war #moose heyliger

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Band of Brothers screencaps/edits (427/?)

David Dobie

October 21: Happy birthday

#band of brothers #david dobie #john light #48 hours pass!#my edits #my bob edits #lewis nixon #robert sink #moose heyliger

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MATCHUP FOR:

@doctorfruitbowl

I'm she/her and bisexual. What closest people to me would say about me first is that I'm a dreamer, idealist and intelligent. I am also quite shy, I like helping others and I enjoy creative outlets. I paint, draw and write (poetry and fiction). Nature is also very near and dear to me, having grown up quite literally in the middle of the forest in a small farm. I love walking in the forest, swimming in the lake, picking berries, I just love nature. I have always been quite the stereotypical good girl. I always wanted to and still want to be perfect, but what I always have had is the need to stay true to myself. I didn't fit in most of my youth, but I always sticked to being who I truly am and that is something I am proud of. I was bullied for my whole school experience till the end of high school because I didn't fit in. I actually only got my first true friend in high school. I have strong sense of curiosity and I am an adventurer. I thrive to see, experience and learn more of the universe and life. I'm an INFJ, 4w5. Currently in med school. I'm 5'5, I have a small frame for someone my height, I wear glasses, I have thick dark brown hair down to my bum and brown(almost black) eyes.

Reminder: matchups are now closed!

From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:

Frederick "Moose" Heyliger

Ship dynamic:

Popular Boy x Shy Girl™

Quote:

«You're not like the people from my past times, but I think I could get used to it.»

Moose is pretty down-to-earth guy, which makes him quite popular and likeable. He moves in big circles and therefore knows a lot of people, but he knows no one like you.

Bet he doesn't notice you at first. Too many people, too much noise, not enough space for you to get a single word into a conversation with him.

It's not as if you move in the same social circles anyway, so it makes it twice as hard to interact with each other.

It probably comes down to a strike of luck in which the stars align and the universe decides it's time for you two to meet.

Or maybe it's just that Moose missed dinner and you happened to be in the mess hall when he drops by to get his hands on something to placate his hunger.

Call it fate, call it food. Point is, he finally gets to talk to you, because you're literally the only two people there, so he might as well say something.

It takes the Lieutenant like five minutes to realize you're so interesting, he can't even grasp on it, the man was too stunned to speak.

It takes him like eight minutes to realize you're probably out of his league. You use big words and speak with a wisdom someone your age shouldn't have. You're also beautiful and have the sweetest smile. And he likes when you laugh at the lighthearted jokes he's sneaking into the conversation.

By the time you're saying goodnight to each other, Moose has forgotten he was going to eat in first place; his stomach is now filled with butterflies.

Okay, you might be out of his league, but he's going to give it a good try anyways. Who knows?

Well, I know. This man will make his way into your heart slowly but surely.

He sneaking away from big groups after spotting you giving him a shy wave whilst passing by. Walking you wherever you're going because he's a sweet sweet gentleman.

You two finding out you've got a lot of things in common; Moose grew up pretty much in the same environment as you, so you both share that closeness with nature that you only get if you've grown up surrounded by it.

He will steal your glasses to try them on. Honey no-

Moose making sure you're 100% comfortable when he starts introducing you into bigger circles. Everyone finding out how amazing you are.

You opening up to him. He admiring the way you fight the odds to be yourself and being in complete awe of it because you're so brave??? And COOL???? AND WHY WOULD SOMEONE EVER BULLY YOU??? and now he's hilariously outraged and it's cute.

Calm, lovely guy, but will beat the fuck up whoever looks at you the wrong way because you're an actual angel.

This big man goes to you whenever he's sick or injured because 1) he trusts you and 2) he knows you're Good™ with medical stuff and he doesn't understand shit.

Picnic dates. Hiking dates. Swimming in the lake dates. The latter ones are Moose's favorites. Also going on impromptu adventures just for the hell of it. And talking about deep topics at 3am too.

You going absolutely feral when he gets shot by friendly fire, like, people are getting scared because you've never been so Off The Rails.

He asks you to read him whatever your writing. This boy thinks you're hella talented in everything and won't hesitate to tell you in the most casual way.

Throwing his arm over your shoulders. Temple kisses. You playing with his hair and he peacefully falling asleep on your lap.

Moose will remind you you don't need to try so hard to be perfect because FIRST OF ALL that's not healthy and SECOND OF ALL YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO PERFECTION THIS MAN HAS EVER SEEN.

I'm getting vibes of eventually becoming than kind of happy married couple who seem kind of weird and live their best life in a cottage.

Get it babes, you deserve it.

#am I the only who finds this man adorably attractive?#moose heyliger #band of brothers i ship you with #band of brothers matchup

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