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You may not be a king Bayek, but history follows you.

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Eivor and Hytham are having fun at Gunnar's wedding.

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An L-5 Sentinel takes off from USS Leyte (CV-32) during a combined arms exercise off Puerto Rico, March 1950

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“If we’re not clever about this, no one will get your brother.”

1917 , directed and produced by Sam Mendes.

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suddenly remembered what a tumblr is

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“I’m flesh and blood Clive, if you’ll condescend to such low things.” Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory 

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WWI Soldier Will R. Bird from Amherst, N.S, Canada, credited his dead brother with saving his life. After a shift spent digging trenches and placing barbed wire near the front lines in Vimy, France, in 1917, he needed sleep. It was past midnight when he and two other soldiers called it a night in a bivouac dug into an embankment. A ground sheet was fastened in place to keep the soldiers warm. Hours later, the sheet broke free and touched his face, waking him. 

A warm hand grabbed one of Bird’s hands, and then the other one.“I had a look at my visitor,” Bird wrote in his 1968 book Ghosts Have Warm Hands. “In an instant I was out of the bivvy, so surprised I could not speak. I was face to face with my brother, Steve, who had been killed in ‘1915!” Steve told Will to gather his equipment and follow him. They walked through trenches and past makeshift shelters inhabited by men from Will’s platoon, but when the gear on his shoulder fell off, he became separated from his brother, who had entered a passageway. By the time Will made it to the passageway, he had two options — going left or right. He went right and his brother was nowhere to be found. Will came back and went left, but was again unsuccessful. Tired, excited and sweating, Will dozed off as he leaned up against a wall that early morning. 

Soon after, Will was awoken by a soldier shaking him. He asked him why he was there.“They’re digging around that bivvy you were in,” the soldier said. “All they’ve found is Jim’s helmet and one of Bob’s legs.” A German shell had landed a direct hit on where Will R. Bird was supposed to have spent the night. He told his miraculous tale of survival to the other members of the platoon.

About half of the guys seem to think, ‘Sure, this could happen. We’re living in a site of mass murder.’ The other soldiers think he’s pulling their leg or it’s nonsense and he writes quite revealingly after a few days and the continuous death and destruction, most people forgot about it, but he remembered, he remembered his brother Steve, he remembered the warm hand. 

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Ever After (1998), quoting Sir Thomas More.

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This Day in History: A little-known WWII Christmas Eve truce

On this day in 1944, the Battle of the Bulge is interrupted by a little-known truce deep in the Ardennes Forest. Four German soldiers and three American soldiers shared a cottage and a Christmas Eve meal, thanks to the bravery of one German woman.

“It is the Holy Night and there will be no shooting here,” she reportedly told them.

Elisabeth Vincken and her 12-year-old son, Fritz, had been staying in the cottage near the German-Belgian border. They were looking for safety, but now the Battle of the Bulge was raging all around them.

On Christmas Eve, they heard an unexpected knock on their door.

They were scared, of course. Who could it be? Elisabeth carefully opened the door, only to find two men and another lying wounded in the snow. They were American soldiers—not something Elisabeth would have wanted to find! The penalty for harboring Americans was death. But the Americans didn’t try to force their way into the cabin. They just “stood there,” as Fritz later said, “and asked with their eyes.”

What mother could resist? Those soldiers were so young, they were practically kids. “And that was the way Mother began to treat them,” Fritz wrote. The Americans had been lost, but now they were invited into the warm cottage. It was awkward at first, but the German mother and the American soldiers found that they could communicate in French.

Elisabeth and Fritz had been fattening a rooster, hoping that Fritz’s father would return. Now Fritz was sent to prepare the rooster. It was needed for dinner.

Just then, another knock came at the door. The story continues at the link in the comments. 

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An SB2U of VS-42 prepares to land on USS Wasp (CV-7), 12 April 1942

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"It Sounds Like You Just Want To Be Held"

This stems from a conversation I had about a year ago with my mom. I told her I didn't know what was wrong with me, why I felt this way (am feeling this way now). I spoke of self-loathing, of not knowing if I ever knew who I was because of what happened to me as a child or if I would ever be 'better.' I told her I didn't know what I wanted, how to really express it properly where people could understand, and at the end of it all, these are the words she said to me.

This is for all of you who just want to be held, who simply need to be held but have no way to express it or put it into words.

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An O-47B assigned to the Red Force during the Louisiana Maneuvers, 1941

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What plagues you my dear?/ What steals your sleep?/ Is it the fear of losing/ what you never had/ or the pain of giving up/ on your fickle dreams?

This post came flying out of nowhere and slapped me right in the feels, I will tell you hwat. 

The card of the day is...

The nine of swords. This card represents suffering internally. Mental anguish and turmoil as a result of being plagued by shame, guilt, or trauma. It is time to make a stand against your inner demons.

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Saucer boys 1.01 - 1.02

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Rum Dum of the 385th Bomb Group showing off 99 missions and 12 fighter kills, 1945