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havaniero · 3 days
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Stormtroopers
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scrapironflotilla · 7 months
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A damaged wayside crucifix near Bellenglise being used to hold telephone wires, 9 October 1918.
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theworldofwars · 1 year
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Propaganda made by the allies of WW1 of what could happen to the United States if the Central Powers won.
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So gentle ❤️‍🩹. George V caresses and kisses a puppy during his visit at Western Front
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dronescapesvideos · 6 months
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Eddie Rickenbacker: From Race Car Driver To Flying Ace.
VIDEO ➤➤ https://youtu.be/bTFPYpvl8FY
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thefalloutwiki · 5 months
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October 23, 2077: 9:47 AM
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On October 23, 2077 at 9:47 AM, The Switchboard's monitoring stations cease operation as a result of the Great War.
54 years from now, the bombs that dropped on the day of the Great War wiped the slate clean, allowing humanity to begin again.
Happy Bomb Drop Day everyone! 💥
You can read about the events leading up to the Great War by checking out our Timeline page here:
https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Timeline#2070-Great_War
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neupokoevv · 4 days
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lordofdestructionm · 6 months
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Young Mordecai cooking the books for New York gangs: if i ever feel romantic attraction to someone i hope it will be someone eloquent, calm, well groomed, tidy, who can help me be my best self
Viktor on the western front chewing barbed wire and pulling German soldiers apart with his bare hands
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herprivateswe · 2 months
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A Sopwith Camel flying over prior to alighting on the British Aircraft Carrier ARGUS, 1918.
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todaysdocument · 3 months
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Miner, Cpl. George, a Winnebago from Tomah, Wisconsin; standing, with rifle, on guard duty, Niederahren, Germany
Record Group 111: Records of the Office of the Chief Signal OfficerSeries: Photographs of American Military Activities
Black and white photograph shows a Native American soldier standing by a tree.  He wears a winter uniform and holds a rifle.  Two signs in English and German are nailed to the tree.
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sywenai · 2 months
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I interrupt your feed to show you this photo of Otto Bernert — please , have a look at my favourite man .
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clove-pinks · 4 months
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Once a soldier removed his helmet and kit harness in battle, he might be killed if his captor was in the heat and anger of battle or had a personal grudge. Usually his life would be spared. The lowered head, the anxious face, the upheld bible or crucifix were sufficient. Seeing a man recognizably human and not that stereotype of inhumanity which the front-line soldier usually projected onto his foe, a civilian response subvened.
— Denis Winter, Death's Men: Soldiers of the Great War
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scrapironflotilla · 7 months
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The state of British cavalry in 1918.
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theworldofwars · 7 months
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A woman moving to another village takes with her the bones of her dead son, decorated with marigolds, the native mourning flower, Balkan Front, June 1916. Photo by Ariel Varges (1890-1972)
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"My father had an Irish day nurse, called Miss O’Flanagan, who said, “I’d give anything in the world to see the King.”
“Leave it to me,” said her patient.
We took the King upstairs. He was very emú and perhaps a little frightened at what was practically his leave-taking of someone to whom he had been so devoted.
My father’s opening remark to the King was,
“George, what about those d - Italians?” (This was the time of the battle of Caporetto.)
Thus the ice was broken, and the two dear friends chatted happily together. My father slipped down on his pillows, and said to the King, “George, will you help me up?”
Whatever the King was as a Sovereign, he was not an expert nurse, so these two dear people fumbled with the pillows until my father said, “George, call the nurse to give us a hand.”
Of course, she came, and, helped by the King, made her patient comfortable, and then the final, sad good-bye was said.
When the King had left, my father rang his bell for Miss O’Flanagan, and said to her, “Well, didn’t I manage that rather nicely?”
My Memories of 6 Reigns
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redarmyscreaming · 6 months
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Tiroler Schützen. Die Muskete, 1914-12-10
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