#German heavy tank

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Sturmpanzerwagen A7V

[deutschland-im-krieg]

King Tiger tank with zimmerit (anti-magnetic paste) of the Heer (German army) 2/Schwere Panzer-Abteilung 503 (2nd company, 503rd Heavy Tank Battalion), Budapest, Hungary, October 1944

[militarymodeller]

Nr.291, Panzerkampfwagen VII Löwe (Lion).

The Panzerkampfwagen VII Löwe (Lion) was a design for a super-heavy tank created by Krupp for the German government during World War II. The project, initially code-named VK 70.01 (K), never left the drawing board, and was dropped on 5–6 March 1942, in favor of Porsche's heavier Panzer VIII Maus. O yes I forgot to mention it was already sold before the paint was dry!

[carbone14]

Nashorn 121, 131 et 231 du 525e Bataillon de chasseurs de chars lourds (Schwere Panzerjäger-Abteilung 525) – Bataille d'Anzio (Opération Shingle) – Campagne d'Italie – Anzio – Italie – 1944

[capt-riverdry]

Tiger I Early

1/16 Andy's Hobby HQ Tiger Early illustrated by Jason Wong.

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[secondworldwarremembrancedays]

Remember the Battle of Sedan: May 1940.

When Britain and France declared war on Germany following the Nazi invasion of Poland, many expected that war to be a retread of the infantry tactics of WWI.

That line of thinking clearly led to the French strategy of constructing the heavy concrete fortifications of the Maginot Line. Those expectations where shattered in May 1940, when the Germans launched a fast-paced “Blitzkreig” (“lightning war”) spearheaded by Panzer tanks. Lacking heavy artillery, the Germans attacked French positions at Sedan with massed Stuka dive bombers. The intense air assault quickly demoralized the defenders and the German forces easily broke through. France fell soon afterwards.

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[ironshoe-industries]

always a fun time when you're the only one that know of a sketch af cross from the south end of the map and able to punish the enemy team for not defending it.

and now for a story in five parts

[ellaa-writes]

Gym rat König who fucks you in the locker room shower. (not edited)

He saw you first, walking up to the squat machine. Wearing tight black legging and just a sport bra. It was nearing midnight, König only came to the gym at night. Like a creature out of a horror movie, emerging from his crypt to do some weight lifting.

He couldn't stop staring, you must know he was staring. You probably did it on purpose, with the way your dressed, out late at night. Setting your water bottle down beside the machine you.

Watching you has you worked out, König long forgot what he was even doing to begin with. The heavy weights still in his hands, he let them drop to the floor without a thought. A loud thud rang though the gym, making you flinch and reel your head in his direction.

This was his opportunity, pulling at the bottom of his tank. He lifted it up to wipe off the sweat building on his forehead. Making sure his abs and chest were on full display. Hell he even flexed a little just to make sure you were looking. Hook, line and sinker, you snapped your head away as a blush crept up your chest to your face.

Today wasn't leg day, but for you it sure was. König sauntered over to the leg press machine which so happens to be right beside your machine. Giving it a quick wipe down before he looked in your direction and did his signature goofy smile, gummy and all.

"Haven't seen you here before." he called out to you, his accent thicker than usual. He was really laying it all on you. "I've been a few times but usually to busy." you replied back in between grunts. König watched has you worked up a sweat. Noticing your poor form and using that has an excuse to get closer.

"You're going to hurt yourself that way." he said nonchalantly, pointing to your back. You let the weights gently down as you sat facing him. "Leaning forward to much, watch I'll show you." he rose from his machine. Reaching you in one big step, he was so much bigger closer up. Like a skyscraper kissing the clouds, he had a surgical mask over the lower half of his face. But you still heard him like he was whispering in your ear.

You stepped back has König showed you the proper form. Doing one squat before he ushered you back to the machine. Helping you get the bar on your shoulders. His hand on your lower back, so big and wide and warm as hell. His other hand resting on your lower stomach, telling you to squat and you did. Feeling no pain as you did so, König asked "Better?" hands still on you. You just nodded your head, to dizzy to answer.

He stepped away but not far before you called out "If you don't mind, can you do that again. So I can get a better idea." König's heart started to pound as another sleezy smile spread across his face. He could show you a few more moves if you wanted, he said with a raise of an eyebrow.

Lucky for the both of you the gym was quiet dead that night. You, him and three others. He followed you back to the locker room, and into the showers. You shoved him in first, before following after and closing the curtains tight.

Konig had your leg slinged across his shoulder, your back pressed against the shower tile. The hot steam of the water filling the small enclosure. You other leg wrapped around his waist has he pounded your pussy.

He's whimpering and babbling in German, peppering your neck and chest in small kiss and bites. You nails digging into his back, panting like a bitch in heat. His thick cock hitting all the right spots, the tip bullying against your spongy cervix. His magic fingers working the bud of your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.

The door to the locker room swung open, both you and König froze. His cock twitching inside your warm wet pussy. Listening to the sound of someone walking around, rummaging in their belongings before the always started up a shower.

Konig began to lazily pump his cock into you, slow thrusts that made your whole body buzz with need. You whined out causing König to cover your mouth with his hand. Leaning into your ear to shush you. And you tried, oh god you tried.

Letting his hand fall back down between your bodies. Working your clit once again and his thrusts became more focused and hard. The sound of the water pelting against the tiles drowning out the lewd noises coming from your stall.

You were so close, he could feel it. He was right their with you, snapping his hips harshly into your own. He was building you up until it all came crashing down. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your moan, your pussy convulsing around his cock. König could help himself, pumping his thick load into you. Grunting out before he bite his own tongue.

After a few silent moments between you to, the shower a few stalls over turned off. The curtain being yanked open and a few minutes later you bother were alone again.

He slowly washed his cum from your cunt, down on his knees. Looking up into your eyes he asked "Wanna go have a bite to eat?"

Thank you all for 600 followers!!

[whencyclopedia]

Utah Beach

Utah Beach was the westernmost of the five beaches attacked in the D-Day Normandy landings of 6 June 1944 and the one taken with the fewest casualties. Paratroopers were also dropped behind Utah, and despite being widely dispersed and suffering heavy casualties, they managed to secure this western flank of the invasion and liberate the first French town, Ste-Mère-Église.

Operation Overlord

The amphibious assault on the beaches of Normandy was the first stage of Operation Overlord, which sought to free Western Europe from occupation by Nazi Germany. The supreme commander of the Allied invasion force was General Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969), who had been in charge of the Allied operations in the Mediterranean. The commander-in-chief of the Normandy land forces, 39 divisions in all, was the experienced General Bernard Montgomery (1887-1976). Commanding the air element was Air Chief Marshal Trafford Leigh Mallory (1892-1944), with the naval element commanded by Admiral Bertram Ramsay (1883-1945).

Nazi Germany had long prepared for an Allied invasion, but the German high command was unsure where exactly such an invasion would take place. Allied diversionary strategies added to the uncertainty, but the most likely places remained either the Pas de Calais, the closest point to British shores, or Normandy with its wide flat beaches. The Nazi leader Adolf Hitler (1889-1945) attempted to fortify the entire coast from Spain to the Netherlands with a series of bunkers, pillboxes, artillery batteries, and troops, but this Atlantic Wall, as he called it, was far from being complete in the summer of 1944. In addition, the wall was thin since there was no real depth to the defences.

Field Marshal Gerd von Rundstedt (1875-1953), commander-in-chief of the German army in the West, believed it would be impossible to stop an invasion on the coast and so it would be better to hold the bulk of the defensive forces as a mobile reserve to counterattack against enemy beachheads. Field Marshal Erwin Rommel (1891-1944), commander of Army Group B, disagreed and considered it essential to halt any invasion on the beaches themselves. Further, Rommel believed that Allied air superiority meant that movements of reserves would be severely hampered. Hitler agreed with Rommel, and so the defenders were strung out wherever the fortifications were at their weakest. Rommel improved the static defences and added steel anti-tank structures to all the larger beaches. In the end, Rundstedt was given a mobile reserve, but the compromise weakened both plans of defence.

The German response would not be helped either by their confused command structure, which meant that Rundstedt could not call on any armour (but Rommel, who reported directly to Hitler, could), and neither commander had any control over the paltry naval and air forces available or the separately controlled coastal batteries. Nevertheless, the defences were bulked up around the weaker defences of Normandy to an impressive 31 infantry divisions plus 10 armoured divisions and 7 reserve infantry divisions. The German army had another 13 divisions in other areas of France. A standard German division had a full strength of 15,000 men.

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[gremlins-hotel]

From the notes of Capt. Alfred Jones: "Davie was a bus and the 'Flying Fortress' moniker seemed to pass her by, but it was a ship with a brave crew. The trudge of getting back to England from enemy territory is a story for another day. I miss her and sometimes I miss the boys we lost that day."

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B-17F "Dear Davie": *U.S. Army Model B-17F-65-BO Air Corps Serial No. 42-29670 Delivered Cheyenne 31/1/43; Pueblo 18/2/43; Salina 15/2/43; Brookley 19/3/43; Smoky Hill 23/3/43; Dow Field 18/4/43. Assigned to the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group [TS-L] "DEAR DAVIE" 22/4/43; Missing in Action near Hamburg 25/7/43 with Alfred "Comet" Jones, **Co-Pilot: Daryl "Speed" Reed, Navigator: Richard Reed, Bombardier: Charlie Marstaller; Radio Operator: Johnathan Graves, Flight Engineer/Top Turret Gunner: Clyde "Pepsi" Ray, Ball Turret Gunner: William Ortlieb, Waist Gunner: Leslie Lipsey, Waist Gunner: Paul Rapoport, Tail Gunner: Thomas Pugh (6 Killed in Action); "DEAR DAVIE" lost to flak/anti-aircraft fire, crashing near Uetersen, 15 miles NW of Hamburg, Germany.

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[nerd things & acknowledgements below cut]

Notes on the B-17F... The B-17F was an upgrade of the previous E model, with several notable changes: A one- or two-piece plexiglas nose cone, as opposed to the ten-paneled cone of previous versions. Reinforced landing gear allowed for a greater maximum payload, from 4,200 lb (1,900 kg) of ordnance to 8,000 lb (3,600 kg). Flight and combat range of the F model was improved by 900 mi (1,400 km) with the addition of nine self-sealing rubber fuel cells in the wing root, aka, "Tokyo tanks". The F model was generally characterized by being tail-heavy - which lead to part failure - and woefully undefended from the front; the early F models had no front-facing armament, leaving a 60° blind spot to the direct front of the aircraft - a flaw which was exploited by German pilots, who held air superiority. Later F models would see a list of possible available modifications (factory and field) such as inserting two .50 caliber machine guns into the nose cone to solve the blind spot. Other modifications to later F models were bulged cheek turrets, as opposed to the window-mounted guns of earlier iterations, and the available addition of the iconic "Bendix" chin turret. The chin turret is far more common on the subsequent G "gunship" variant. ("Dear Davie" is an early F model without the nose mount, bulged cheeks, or chin turret.)

*This model production block, serial no., and fate are borrowed from real-life B-17F #42-29670, "Thundermug." "Thundermug" was an aircraft that originally served in the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group alongside my great-grandfather and his usual steed, "The Gremlins Hotel." It was transferred to the 544th BS/384th BG, at which point it went Missing in Action over Hamburg from flak/aa-fire; 8 of its crew became POWs while 2 were KIA. I have had the honor to speak to descendants of both of its crews and help them research "Thundermug"; I wish to voice a mere glimpse of their stories in a unique way.

**All names of Alfred's crew are either cobbled-together family names throughout our history here or entirely fictitious - though some were inspired by real people whom I grew up with stories of. All inspirations were individuals that lived good lives post-war.

[multiversxwhore]

Baby By Me—Jey Uso

Pairing: Jey Uso x Mavis Pete (Black!Oc)

Word Count: 3k

Theme: friends to lovers

Warning: not edited.

A/n: listen listen listen, at first I was like “Jey Uso? ion see it” but under further inspection…well here we are lol. Anywho I think him becoming solo was the best thing for him, and I can absolutely see him being wwe champion in the future. I hope y’all enjoy, my brain worked over time to type this, literally did it all today. Also s/o AJ Lee she’s one of my favorite female wrestlers of all time. Please reblog, like, and leave comments✨🤍

Rhea and I had been going in this match for almost forty-five minutes, forty-five minutes of beating the absolute fuck out of each other. She picked me, twisting my limps into position for yet another body breaking Riptide. Lifting me high above her head, and holding me there to show off her strength. I couldn’t help but let out a bit of laughter as I peaked up to take a look at the crowd. Just as we wanted, they were all in, standing, shouting, and cheering. All eyes were on us. ‘We got you now fuckers’ was my last thought before Rhea sent me damn near through the mat. I laid there temporarily resting as she had her moment, Rhea let out a scream so thunderous the people in the parking lot probably heard her.

“You thought you could hang with me? You are nothing!” She spits at me, dropping to her knees, and putting her weight on me, going for the cover. Her breathing was almost as heavy as mine; she had been throwing me around for five minutes straight, and I am by no means a lightweight.

“Did you see their faces?” I mumbled to her, the ref counted two, but I was able to get my shoulder up before the count of three. She slumped over me, a body language of defeat, and disbelief. It was meant as a smile, but the way her lips pulled back showing her teeth made her look more deranged than anything.

“Eating out the palm of our hands babe.” She chuckled deeply, I sucked in as much oxygen for the time I’m allotted, but when Rhea roughly grabbed onto my arms it was go time.

“I cannot believe the fight we are seeing here tonight from these two ladies tonight! They’ve both given us almost everything they have in their arsenal, and what a show it has been!” Michael Cole shouts from the commentators table, he, and Wade Barret watched closely. Their eyes on every single move the two superstars made in the ring.

“You said it Cole, almost everything, but she’s not done yet! Mavis Pete isn’t done, she’s got gas left in the tank, and as Thee Hot Girl herself says ‘It ain’t over till I say it’s over’ and— OH A HUGE POWERBOMB FROM MAVIS!” Wade shouted, jumping to his feet, his hand across his heart in shock.

“My goodness! Rhea isn’t the only woman here tonight with the strength of the gods! And she’s not done, what more could either of these ladies have to give?” They watched closely.

Rhea was beginning to recover as she slowly pulled herself off the mat, this wouldn’t be the finish anyone expected. You’d be a fool to think Rhea would get caught up in a pin, so we went the opposite direction. I ran up to her off the ropes, she caught me in a front facing hold trying to German Suplex me, but I countered pushing her away. She bounced into the ropes, caught me again, I twisted around her torso, wrapping my legs around her waist, and stretching back her arm.

“OH MY GOD BLACK WIDOW! What a call back to her mentor AJ Lee!” Wade said boisterously, Rhea screeched in pain as Mavis pulled back on her arm officially locking it into place. Just when Rhea seemed like she was going to break free, Mavis lifted her leg to enclose it around the women’s champion, ultimately blocking off her breathing.

“THIS IS IT WADE! THIS IS IT, RHEA’S HAND IS RAISED—SHE'S FADING!” Michael screamed excitedly, he was now out of his chair. The crowd was in a frenzy, mixed response, but a single person was sitting.

Rhea had dropped down to her knees, her breathing ragged, and though her body had relaxed drastically I refused to let go of my hold. The referee called to Rhea, but she didn’t respond. He lifted her arm to check for consciousness, when he let it go, her arm dropped, and immediately the ref called for the bell. The sound of the crowd was deafening, if there was a roof it'd be blown off for sure.

“SHE DID IT! MAVIS WON THE GOLD, AND MADE HER CLAIM AS ONE OF THE GREATEST TO EVER DO IT RIGHT HERE AT SUMMER SLAM!” Wade Barret, and Micheal Cole stood to their feet, a standing ovation from the commentary.

It didn’t feel real, even when they put the title in my hand, and released the purple confetti to match my colors, it felt like a dream. Fireworks went off, and my music hit. My heart felt full of emotions I haven’t even processed yet.

“YEAHHHHHH! LETS FUCKING GO! I TOLD YALL!” I screamed, I climbed to the second turnbuckle, and showed off my gold to the crowd. The crowd and I were celebrating for at least two to three more minutes after we went off air. Then I made my way up the ramp, and to the back where I was surprised by all my friends, Banica, Liv, Nia, and Shotzi. Hunter stood off to the side letting the girls and I have our moment as they embraced me in a group hug.

“You better be coming out tonight champ.” Banica hugged me the tightest, I winced in pain, but I didn’t pull away. The love was enough to make my heart explode, and I wouldn’t have asked for a better way to go.

“Duh! Don’t worry about me, y’all fine ass’ better be there when I show up.” I said throwing an arm around Liv who embraced me wrapping her arms around my torso losely.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, just wanna congratulate you Mavis, that was a phenomenal show you and Rhea put together. You did amazing, enjoy yourself tonight, you earned it.” Hunter took my unoccupied hand in his, his expression reflected that of a proud father. I felt like I hadn't thanked him enough for pairing me with AJ Lee when I first got to Florida. The corners of my mouth turned upward into a tight lipped smile as I tried to keep the tears from flowing.

“Hey, we’ll catch you at the hotel then we’ll ride together.” Nia squeezed my shoulder lovingly, and the other girls all waved their goodbyes. Hunter nodded his head, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and left me be. Some of the officials scattered around directing where to load the crates and equipment into. A few of them stopped to congratulate me, and we exchanged pleasantries. I got changed into a matching sweats set, gathered my things, and made my way out to my Uber. I finally got a chance to look at my phone on the way back to the hotel, the notifications didn’t end, but a few in particular from April made my night more than anything.

April🕷️: YOU DECIDED TO USE MY SUBMISSION AS THE FINISH?! 🥹👉🏽👈🏽

Mavis🔥: Of course! That was all you baby! ✨❤️

April🕷️: 😭 All your hard work paid off, I told you! Congratulations! 🎉🍾🎊

She was right, I trained my ass off for six months straight, even though I felt like that still wasn’t enough, but I’m grateful for all the improvement.

Liv stood on the couch of the VIP section, bubbling with excitement as I stood with the bottle of Don Julio. Music loud and bumping in the background, “Liv Morgan, I now dub you, ‘Hottie of The Month’ as I crescent you with the Don.” Liv tilted her head back, her hands held onto my hips so she wouldn’t tip over seeing as she already had a few shots before I got here. The section was crowded with WWE superstars, some of which I haven’t talked to, but they were having a good time. My eyes flickered over Livs shoulder, Jey was standing at a distance chatting it up with Shotzi, and her husband. He must have felt my gaze because the second my eye landed on him, he was looking up at me. His lips parted from laughing at something Shotzi said, ‘Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire.’ The music snapped me out of my haze, “Ayeee!” Goosebumps pricked my skin as a strong hit of dopamine released, my hips swayed on beat, and soon enough I was surrounded by my girls. Shotzi had run over to join the dance circle, Liv jumped in front of me, ass perked up, and threw booty in a circle on me.

I held onto her hips grinding on her like I was her man. I'm sure the pictures will surface tomorrow, but we’ve been friends so long, we mine as well have been in a relationship. The music cut momentarily as the DJ came over the speakers, “Aye shout out to Cali’s very own, and new WWE champion Main Event Jey Uso!” ‘USSSOOOO’ His entrance music blasted throughout the club. The vip section shouted simultaneously, I took my heels off, and got on top of the couch. “AYE MAIN EVENT JEY USO IS IN YO CITYYY!” I looked over to Jey who was now grinning from ear to ear, a glint of desire in his eyes as he made his way over to my section.

“Wassup champ!” I greeted him excitedly, he embraced me in a polite side hug, he threw his duces up to someone behind me, but all of my attention was on him.

“I’m not the only one in the building, you got your gold too! He shouted over the music, I flicked my hair over my shoulder, his infectious energy affecting me, and causing a smile of my own to turn upward onto my lips. His eyes drop to my mouth, he leans in to get a closer look, I let out a giggle taking a half step back.

“What you looking at?” My hand pressed against his chest lightheartedly to keep him from coming any closer than he was.

“Damn girl, those real diamonds in there?” He asked playfully, I’d be a liar if I said me getting a grill wasn’t because of Jey. My weight shifted from one hip to the other, my finger playing with the Cuban link chain around his neck.

“Of course they are! I had to ice myself out so I could be cool like you, Main Event Jey.” I said melodically, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, he smiled boyishly, but he didn’t know how to rebuttal to that. My heart was thudding in my chest, I wasn’t ever expecting to get this far, usually we keep it light at work, or when we’re around friends. Tonight was a different vibe, as I was clearly feeling myself. “Do you wanna be blessed by me?” I asked, my voice too low for the loud music, and the even louder party goers. He leaned in closer tilting his head down, his hand coming around me, and pressing to my lower back.

“Would you like me to bless you…with the Julio?” I offered, repeating again. My hand grasped his bicep gently, our faces inches apart, and I could hear Banica and Liv cat calling us in the background.

“Oh yea, let’s do it! Pour it up!” He smiled showing all his teeth, the flashing lights of the club hitting his silver bottom grillz, and jewelry making it glint. He held out his red solo cup, I’m not even sure where he got that from, but I laughed taking the cup from his hand.

“No no baby, come stand here…” I guided him over to the couch that occupied a few superstars, I couldn’t make out at the moment, on the opposite end. I carefully climbed up, with his help of course, I held onto his shoulder with one hand. Jey’s hands held me by the hips to keep me from teetering over, and ultimately falling on my ass. “For the second time tonight, we have another enteree into the Hottie club, ladies and gentlemen! Jey Uso!” My hand held onto his chin tilting his head back, his gaze locked on me as I carefully poured into his mouth. He swallowed the liquor down begrudgingly, he grunted, and flexed his muscles with his unoccupied arm. ‘Taykeith fuck these niggas up! SKEEYEE!’ Sexyy Red blasted through the speakers, anyone who was previously sitting popped up, and instantly started to act a fool. “IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNNA SEE WASSUP!” I shouted as loudly as I could, my arms up, waving up, and down signaling the crowd to bop like Jey did two weeks ago on Monday Night Raw. “SKEEYEE!” They responded back, following my lead, a whole sea of people bouncing with me, I looked down at him, and to my surprise he’s still holding onto me like I was already his. “HE WANNA FUCK WITH ME THEN IMMA HAVE HIM STUCK!” I poked my tongue out at him, I jumped down from the couch, my arms loosely looped around his neck. “I’m gonna go step out for a min, need some air.” I said, my lips close to his air, and fanning my face with my hand. While everyone was busy dancing, and guzzling shots I took him by the hand to sneak away.

The transition from the stuffy night club air, to the cool breeze of the California summer evening, gave me a slight chill at first. He took a look at me, stepped closer to me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I scooted closer into him, the thin lace of my outfit doing nothing to help keep me warm. I looked up at him from underneath his muscular arms. I noticed how his tribal tattoo peaked out from underneath his shirt, and snaked up his neck. “Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” The smile never left his lips, his cologne smells warm, and spicy. I’ve worked with him for a little over two years, but at this proximity, his energy was dizzying. He wasn’t looking at me, but rather straight ahead to the buildings bunched up along the street across from us. He had a faraway gaze in his eyes, maybe thinking of some memory that I’m not privy to.

“Not enough.” I purred, my arm wrapped around the back of him, and the other resting on his chest. His gaze shifted to me, brown eyes full of lust, and taking in my features.

“I see you all the time, from a distance I be thinking like…damn she fine–” he started, but I couldn’t help it. I burst out into laughter as I wasn’t expecting him to say that at all, or confess in the way he did. He’s always had me in stitches though, that’s the first thing that attracted me to him. He slightly let’s go of me, his eyes brows pinched

“Why are you laughing, I am serious. I said, my oh my Mavis lookin fine today. Like gah damn Mavis be lookin good every day, I wonder if that’s exhausting?” He chuckled lightly, my own laughter had simmered to a giggle, but as realization dawned on me I slapped him on the chest.

“How come you never said anything!”

“Because, all that beauty intimidated me a little, and you always surrounded by your little girl friends.” He spoke truthfully, I was shocked by this revelation, and here I thought this whole time it was just me being shy.

“Well I’m all by myself now…” My voice came out as a whisper, chewing on my bottom lip, without hesitation he pressed his lips to mine. Both our arms wrapped around each other, my fingers playing with his curly hair, and it’s softer than I imagined. I moaned into his mouth letting his tongue in to caress me, he tasted like alcohol. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach when his hand trialed down from my back to my ass. I gripped his hair pulling on it lightly causing him to groan. I broke the kiss first since my lungs needed air, a trail of spit dropped from us, and down my chin. “Jey.” I whined, a puddle of wetness gathering between my thighs, he took my cries as a sigh to continue his assault. His lips trailing kisses from my chin to the crook of my neck, and down to my collarbone sucking on the skin.

“Mavis we—oh! Oop sorry, sorry.” Liv's voice came from behind us, I nearly jumped out of my skin, getting caught up with Jey made me forget we were standing on the streets of LA. People scattered up, and down the block. The loud bumping music spilling from inside the club, into the streets. I turned to her, hand to my chin trying to clear Jey, and I’d mixed saliva from my chin. Her eyes wide with shock at first till she saw who I was locking lips with, then her eyelids lowered, a teasing smirk spread across her face. I could feel his hand squeezing my hip. If I knew anything about Jey from our time as friends, he could be more reserved about certain things.

“Damn it, I owe Nia $50 dollars.” Liv sucked her teeth, Jey and I looked at her in disbelief. She shrugged her shoulders shamelessly, I sighed out a much needed breath. My eyes flickered over to him, then to Liv who looked at me expectantly.

“We’re all kinda smashed, Banica said she wasn’t feeling well, we need a designated driver. Pretty please, I’ll owe a big favor.” She pleaded, her big blue eyes, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and blinked twice for extra measure.

“Hey, go ahead and take care of your friends…I can catch you later.” Jey and I unraveled ourselves from each other, and had enough distance between the two of us. We had created so much body heat that a thin shine of sweat had recollected between my breasts. I leaned up on my tiptoes, and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek which brought a big grin to his lips. My hand lingers on his shoulder as I let Liv pull me away, and back into the club.

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔄Դ𝔙  𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔦𝔫 յգյՑ 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔚𝔞𝔯 ℑ. 𝔟𝔶 𝔏𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔦

[shelyue99]

An incomplete list of Lewis Nixon’s roles during the war. ( it’s incomplete because certainly there are more, the following are just what I get from reading Beyond Band of Brothers, the Biggest Brother and Parachute Infantry):

Nix's job titles during the war: Assistant platoon leader of Easy Company - 2d Battalion S-2 (Intelligence Officer)- 506th Regiment S-2 - 2d Battalion S-3 (Operation Officer)

• Briefed the men before the jump

• In Normandy, helped with bringing the TNT to Brécourt Manor to destroy the battery guns, brought the maps Dick found at Brécourt Manor to Utah Beach

• Brought back two Sherman tanks from Utah Beach to help Dick clear the areas and secure the causeway

• Brought up the 81mm mortars from battalion headquarters company to reinforce Easy in Holland

• Made way back to battalion and brought trucks to help with the withdrawal when Easy was pulling back from Nuenen

Though tightly squeezed and under heavy fire, Easy held its ground. The Germans did not enter Nuenen. As the sky drew dark, Winters, badly outnumbered, finally ordered his men to withdraw. A short distance west of the village, a line of American deuce-and-a-half trucks waited for them, as did Lewis Nixon. He had been with Easy when it ran into the Germans. Knowing Winters would need help, he made his way back to battalion and ordered up the trucks.

"Thought maybe you could use a ride," Nixon said to Winters as his friend approached.

• Checked roadblocks with Dick, when Dick checked one direction Nixon checked the other

• Made rounds and checked on men during the night while Dick did the same during the day

One main difference between the two was the hours they kept. Winters was an early riser. He loved getting up early and getting a start on the day. Nixon was a night owl. He did his best work in the afternoon and at night. When they were out on the line, this proved an ideal arrangement. Winters kept tabs on the men during the day; Nixon made the rounds at night. This kept company commanders on their toes because they never knew when one or the other would show up and expect a status report.

•Accompanied Dick on a battalion inspection tour, but because of the urine incident instead they drove to Nijmegen to look for hot showers

Updated: in Holland, Nixon briefed the men and assigned them reconnaissance patrol to confirm the Dutch Underground’s intelligence report, to see whether German troops had moved into the village of Volkel.

• In Bastogne, Nixon acted as a liaison between battalion and regiment to clear confusion and kept the 2d Battalion out of a lot of trouble.

It is difficult to comprehend the confusion that characterized our first night at Bastogne. No one seemed to know where our boundaries lay, nor did anyone understand our precise mission. Since Colonel Strayer remained at regimental headquarters, I ordered Captain Nixon to locate Colonel Sink's command post and to coordinate with Major Hester, the regimental operations officer, to ensure we had our orders correct. Over the next few weeks, Nixon made many trips back to regiment to keep us informed and to ensure we understood our orders and our boundaries with adjacent units. This system worked well and kept 2d Battalion out of a lot of trouble.

Nix's greatest contribution to the successful defense of Bastogne was serving as a liaison between battalion and regimental headquarters. No man contributed more to keeping the regiment together during the ensuing battle. Nixon performed exceeding well in interpreting regimental orders and coordinating operational support while I positioned myself close to the forward edge of the battle area.

To give you an idea how dedicated Nixon was to the 506th PIR, at Bastogne he had his name drawn from a hat in a lottery that would have given him a thirty-day leave to the United States. Nix refused the offer, saying he wanted to stay with the outfit on the line. How do you explain that kind of dedication? Such devotion is never discussed by the men, but it is never forgotten. At the time, the 506th PIR was very short of men and officers, especially good, proven officers.

The young German Winters captured wasn't the only one confused. Officers on the line were often uncertain about their responsibilities and instructions. Not the least of these befuddled men was Strayer himself.

After attending briefings at regimental or division HQ, Strayer would gather his battalion staff around him and fill them in. Unfortunately, Winters often found Strayer's information vague and confusing. He cast questioning glances at Nixon, who would respond by rolling his eyes. After these briefings, Nixon would walk back to regiment to meet with Major Hester for clarification.

"Strayer had no goddamn idea what he was supposed to do," Winters said sixty years later. "But there's more than one way of skinning a cat, and the system Nixon and I had worked. Nixon did a good job. He kept 2nd Battalion out of a lot of trouble."

• Bitching with Dick about the brass and the army

"You know what this is, don't you," Winters told Nixon after receiving the orders. "Taylor's finally back and now he has to show off for Eisenhower." "Yeah," Nixon replied. "He probably figures we've just been sitting on our asses back there in Bastogne, and now he expects us to go out and kick German butt."

Winters' awareness of Taylor's return was based on firsthand experience. Shortly after the commanding general's arrival, after the siege of Bastogne had been broken, Taylor had visited his men in the field.

While inspecting 2nd Battalion's front, he strode briskly along the line with Winters and the other officers trailing along behind. Finishing, he turned to Winters and said, "Watch those woods in front of you." Then he left. Winters' jaw dropped, then he turned to Nixon.

"'Watch those woods in front of you'? " he said. "What the hell did he think we've been doing while he was back in Washington?"

Now that the men were no longer living outside in the ice and snow, the army saw fit to ship them sixty-one hundred pairs of winter shoepacs, arctic socks, felt insoles and six thousand yards of white cloth, enough to make two thousand snowsuits.

"Oh my, how we could have used them six weeks ago at Bastogne," Winters said to Nixon as he looked at the stacks of cold-weather gear his men no longer needed.

"Guess we should be glad we got them at all," Nixon said wryly. "They could have shipped them to the Pacific."

• Accompanied and drove around with Dick on various occasions in Germany/Austria, including inspecting German surrendered troops, the weapons, the mess hall, etc.

• Being Dick’s close friend, confidant, companion,emotional support person, the one Dick could talk to and unburden himself

As different in temperament as Nixon and I were, he was the one man to whom I could talk. He provided an outlet that allowed me to unburden myself as a combat leader.

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After very heavy rain, German tanks try to make their way through the mud - Eastern Front, late 1941

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Commandant de char Tigre II du 503e Bataillon de chars lourds – Offensive de Budapest – Budapest – Hongrie – Octobre 1944

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Tiger 131

PzKpfw VI Ausf. E in the Museum Tank, Bobington

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