He Ain’t Heavy. He’s My Brother

(c) dvoyd

THE PACIFIC X LIKE A PRAYER

Doris Ryer Nixon's funeral from San Franscisco Chronicle June 26, 1948

Lewis was with her when she died.

really really good shot

I heard the crunch of feet in the snow and turned to see Roe coming my way. I could tell by the look on his face that this wasn’t a social visit. “Malark, I’m sorry, but it’s Skip,” he said. “He’s dead. Penkala, too.” I simply sat on the edge of a slit trench like a man who’d been out in the cold too long. Numb. My brain told my mouth to speak but it was like the words were frozen in place. “How’d … it… happen?” I asked, my voice but a whisper. “‘Bout a hundred yards down the line. A major shelling. Muck and Penkala were caught out in the open, then finally found a hole. George Luz had been scurrying around during the blitz, too. Muck and Penkala yelled for him to get in their foxhole.” Roe paused. I kind of nodded, rocked forward and backward a bit. Put my hands over my face, fingers as numb from the cold as my brain from the news. “Luz is down on the snow, snaking his way toward them, and—boom—direct hit on the foxhole. Shell found them as if it had eyes.” I looked away, toward nothing.

~ Don Malarkey

rest in peace, skipper

eugene sledge & if i say by mumford and sons

if i think too much about dick and grace’s phone call on that fateful day, i inflict irreparable psychic damage to myself. so as a rule, i try not to

eddie taking care of andy when he's ill, and andy taking care of eddie when he's drunk <3 neither is making it easy and both act like the worst patient possible. almost like: “i gotta get back to my men, sir — eddie, you can't even stand straight” and “skipper, go lay down — im fine, im hardly even sick anymore (passes out as if on cue)”

‘The Winner Takes It All’ by ABBA but it’s Winnix parting ways after the war

the pacific, part 6: peleliu // catch-22 by joseph heller // band of brothers, part 3: carentan