Winters: Can you ask him ask him what kind of camp this is? Um, why are they here?
Liebgott: He says it’s a work camp for Unerwunschte. I’m not sure what the word means, sir. Unwanted, disliked maybe?
(Source: mutiler)
Winters: Can you ask him ask him what kind of camp this is? Um, why are they here?
Liebgott: He says it’s a work camp for Unerwunschte. I’m not sure what the word means, sir. Unwanted, disliked maybe?
(Source: mutiler)
I looked away, toward nothing. Thought of Faye Tanner back in Tonawanda.
I didn’t need to think on that one long; later, I’d hear that beyond a shredded sleeping bag and a few body parts, there wasn’t much to see. I shook my head sideways. That wasn’t Skip Muck back there in that foxhole. Skip Muck was sitting on the floor of the PX with me, listening to the Mills Brothers sing “Paper Doll” on the jukebox. He was getting my food for me when my legs had given out on the march to Atlanta. He was swimming the damn Niagara River at night, a thought that made me want to laugh and cry all at the same time, the crazy fool.
I did neither.
“Thanks, Roe. I’m fine.”
He reached into his pocket. “Here,” he said, pressing the cross of some broken rosary beads in my hand. “He’d want you to have it.”
I held the cross in my hands for who knows how long, frozen like a statue. A few hours later, Roe came to see me again. I was staring off at nothing, still holding that cross.
“Oh Lord, grant that I shall not seek so much to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love, with all my heart”— Technician 5th Grade Eugene “Doc” Roe; portrayed by Shane Taylor
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I treasure my remark to my grandson who asked, “Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?” Grandpa said, “No… but I served in a company of heroes”. -Mike Ranney
(Source: hobojesuspeen)
The 101st Airborne Division, which was activated on 16 August 1942, at Camp Claiborne, Louisiana, has no history, but it has a rendezvous with destiny.
Due to the nature of our armament, and the tactics in which we shall perfect ourselves, we shall be called upon to carry out operations of far-reaching military importance and we shall habitually go into action when the need is immediate and extreme.
Let me call your attention to the fact that our badge is the great American eagle. This is a fitting emblem for a division that will crush its enemies by falling upon them like a thunderbolt from the skies.
The history we shall make, the record of high achievement we hope to write in the annals of the American Army and the American people, depends wholly and completely on the men of this division. Each individual, each officer and each enlisted man, must therefore regard himself as a necessary part of a complex and powerful instrument for the overcoming of the enemies of the nation. Each, in his own job, must realize that he is not only a means, but an indispensable means for obtaining the goal of victory. It is, therefore, not too much to say that the future itself, in whose molding we expect to have our share, is in the hands of the soldiers of the 101st Airborne Division.
Maj. Gen. William C. Lee
“Dead things in the woods.
Dead things in the water.”
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