#Ralph spina

[lewis-winters]

listen, dick winters may go down in history as peepaw petty when it comes to herbert sobel; and george luz may have successfully bamboozled him with his major horton impression during maneuvers in aldbourne

but NOBODY comes fucking close to ralph spina, easy medic of all time, and ssg al mampre (senior medic) putting herbert sobel under REAL anesthesia during a routine manuever (where he was simulated casualty) and performing a fake appendectomy on him just to throughly fuck him up in the head when he woke up

iconic and unhinged behavior. 1000/10 no notes. never get on a medic's bad side.

[stanshika]

loving the idea of bill and spina becoming besties because they see gene and babe and they’re like omg these guys are idiots.

spina notices that gene spends extra time checking up on babe and that heffron has become babe at some point. it’s not that hard to put together after that. bill notices a little slower, babe has always been a social person but there was something different about the way babe treated doc. it clicks when he sees the way babe becomes frantic after a shelling and no one had seen doc. (bill had found them later, curled up next to each other. babe was holding doc’s face in his hands and kept telling doc that he wasn’t allowed to do that and that he had to promise to stay safe. bill left as quickly as he arrived but he caught doc’s fond smile right before he left.) but it’s ridiculous because the two of them haven’t even noticed that they like each other and bill keeps watching them do ridiculously sapping stuff and of course he rolls his eyes and that’s when he notices spina scoffing too. and that’s how they become besties—it wasn’t that hard in the first place. spina was from south philly so of course he already liked bill. the two of them end up shooting looks at each other when they see babe and gene do anything and they can’t help but laugh like it’s their little inside joke—which it totally is. when babe and gene finally get together, spina and bill still end up shooting looks at each other just now it’s whenever the two of them do anything couplely which really isn’t that different from before.

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[dontirrigateme]

Belgium

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[mavysnavy]

This is it? Yeah, that's it, that's all you got.

Easy Company Medics Pt. 6: Bastone

[beemaya]

While working on my wip i realized something about the scene where Babe and Spina try to wake Eugene during the shelling when Harry got hit.

Eugene has a one man foxhole, it's big (or rather small) only for one man. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but amongst the rest of easy company, there would be at least two guys in one foxhole (I can think of Dike being alone in his foxhole as well, but I'm not counting him okay lol). And I'm thinking how it once again represents Gene distancing himself from the rest of the guys. (Or maybe I'm just looking too much into it lol but-)

Then Babe and Spina come running in and those two are the only two guys that Eugene actually bonds with, like I know he cares for all of the easy company men, but with these two it's different. With Spina, he talks about his life outside of the war, he talks about his grandma, and with the way Spina had asked about the cajun healers, I think they had talked about this before. And Babe, well, do I even have to say anything? Their relationship is just something else.

Spina and Babe just went "we know you're trying to put a wall around yourself but let me ask you about your people and let be ask you to call me by my really weird nickname, let us find you and help you get up when you're struggling, even if you didn't want that let us be there for you like you're there for us" and I think that's beautiful.

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[woahhersheybars]

winter belongs to THEM

[easy-bravo-kilo]

oh my god i just found out ralph spina was one of the two medics who gave herbert sobel a fake appendectomy

[suugrbunz]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

the temporary nature of life has been weighing rather heavily for the past few weeks... isn't it weird how these men we love are all dead? how their memories have been woven into the fabric of our lives, even if we haven't shared words with them? anyway, may their memories be a blessing and so too shall their souls be righteously judged.

↪ All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque / Frozen Pines by Lord Huron / East of Eden by John Steinbeck / Frozen Pines by Lord Huron / The Drowned Cities by Paolo Bacigalupi

↪ All photos from pinterest

[hellofanidea]

propmts!! (oh im going to be insufferable im sorry)

"I need caffeine in my system to help me poop in the mornings."

The oversharing is worth the horrified look Spina gives him.

"That can't be healthy," he says.

"You're the med student, you tell me," Babe counters, getting the machine started.

"I'm the med dropout. You want medical advice about your ass you can take it to Gene."

...

PLEASE DO BE I LOVE THIS YOU'RE NEVER INSUFFERABLE I PROMISE

[lewis-winters]

baberoe + nostalgia

Babe starts losing his hair when they hit around their 30s. And it's a big adjustment, especially in the cold months, and Babe's never thought of himself as a vain person, but it sure is a blow to one's ego, to start going bald when your partner still has a full hairline...

but Eugene sure loves him in knitted caps and beanies. and he would never admit it outloud, but seeing Babe in them reminds him of their time at war... but not the shitty parts. The times in between. Laughing at silly jokes in foxholes. Tangling limbs together with your buddies to keep warm. Exchanging cigarettes while shooting the shit.

Spina, lovingly drapping a blanket over the both of them, very aware of the relationship brewing between them, and strangely... happy. Not disgusted. Not angry. Just. Happy.

They call around to Spina's a lot during the fall. He doesn't wear his knitted hats anymore, but he loves poking at Babe for his.

[doc-roe-gave-me-rabies]

Winters is the dad this Winters is the dad that (No hate love dad winters mwah mwah)

Roe fixes you up physically

Spina fixes you up mentally

Babe went to Spina's hole to get comfort. He has his arm around him. His nose was redder than Spina's and Roe's but it's implied he was in the hole for longer than just a few minutes which means he was probably crying

They had a blanket over their knees too so he HAD to have been there for a bit

Not to mention Toye didn't see him leave

NOT TO MENTION HE LITERALLY PULLS BABE CLOSER AFTER HE SAYS HE SHOULD HAVE GOT TO HIM STARTS COUGHING

DAD. SPINA.

[brightdarkly]

...we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

– All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

[softguarnere]

A World Without Color Is A World Without You

Eugene Roe x reader

A/N: What's up y'all?! @brassknucklespeirs and I have been talking about soulmate aus, and now they're living rent free in my brain. I had a wild day at school, and using those feeling to create angst was strangely therapeutic, I won't lie. I hope you enjoy this, and my requests are always open if you have something specific you would like to see! (As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show -- absolutely no disrespect to the real-life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! The usual HBOwar stuff: war, guns, injury, blood, language. I also didn't really proof read this, so take that for what it's worth.

"So is it like, a cultural thing?" George asks. In between his shivering, he gives you a sideways glance, watching you tense up as you continue staring straight ahead through the darkness, watching the line. He shrugs. "I've just always wondered."

"About what?"

He shrugs again. "Well, back in Toccoa, I kinda thought maybe you were just shy. But I know that's not true; you're pretty chatty after a few drinks. I remember reading somewhere once, before the war, maybe back in school, that in some cultures it's rude, or even taboo."

On your other side, Joe huffs. The cool air in front of him clouds up with what little warmth he can muster. "George, I'm sure if she wanted to talk about it, she woulda told ya by now."

"Yeah, Luz," you agree. "If I knew what the hell you were talking about, I probably could have answered you twelve different times."

The radioman knocks his shoulder against your own. "Awe, come on (Y/N). My brain is frozen -- gimme a break."

"Okay. I'll answer if you actually ask the question."

"Okay." Luz nods. For someone who was so eager to find answers a moment before, he seems unsure of himself when you give him permission to ask. He stops looking at you and trains his own eyes on the line, voice softening when he asks, "Why do you never look anyone in the eye?"

There it is.

Toye reaches behind you to smack Luz on the back of his helmet.

"Ow!"

"You can't just ask that!" Joe reprimands. "Besides, you could probably just figure it out from context."

Joe is right. It seems like most people should have figured it out by now. Maybe then you wouldn't have so many sweet-talking replacements sauntering up to you with calls of, "Hey, Shy Girl, you found your man yet, or are you playin' hard to get?" or "Baby, I bet I could be the one to make you see color."

Because that's the thing: your world has always been shades of black and white, and it will remain that way until you look into the eyes of your soulmate. The first color you ever see will be the color of their eyes, and then -- according to everything you've heard your friends and family describe -- the rest of the world will follow as a whole universe of color is revealed to you. But therein lies several problems for you.

Problem one: you didn't find your soulmate back at home before the war. Which, you initially thought, might be okay. Maybe you would meet them after. Or during, some of your more romantic-minded friends told you dreamily before you shipped out.

Which made problem two all too real to you: if you meet your soulmate and then they die, the world will go back to being black and white.

The realization had hit you like a punch in the gut. Everyone else seemed to think it was tragically romantic, but not you. You had always known the world as shades of plainness and shadow. How could you stand it, if you discovered the beauty of the world, only to then have it stripped away from you? And worse, how could you stand to lose the person that you loved -- that you were destined to be with? Something that was all too possible in the middle of a war.

So you made a decision. A hard one, but one that seemed necessary -- you wouldn't look a stranger in the eye again until after the war.

Under the blanket of night, huddled together with your friends for warmth, you tell them exactly that. No one can tell if the slight shake in your voice is from emotion or from the cold, and no one calls it into question. You've never told anyone before. You're not sure how they might react.

Joe pats your knee. He's not a man of words, but his action says it all.

"I'm sorry," Luz whispers. "I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay," you reassure him, trying to smile, more for yourself than for him. To lighten the mood, you decide to do what he would do if he weren't in an awkward position -- you crack a joke. "Why does it matter, Luz? You worried we might be soulmates?"

Taken off guard, he laughs. "I won't lie, (Y/N), the thought has occurred to me."

It had taken a lot of strength to tell them your secret. Now though, they know -- secrets rarely feel so heavy when there's someone who can help you carry them. Your burden reduced, you turn towards him in the darkness. "Well, let's find out."

"What?" Out of reflex, he turns to you.

Your eyes meet and . . .

Nothing. The world is still black and white.

"That answers that question," Luz says.

"Toye, you wanna find out if we're destined to be together?" You tease.

"Eh, why not." You blink owlishly at each other in the darkness, searching each others eyes for something that might not have been there before. Nothing happens, but neither of you breaks eye contact.

A smile pulls at the corner of Joe's mouth, and before you know it, the two of you are giggling at the idea of finding out that one of your oldest war-buddies might have been your soulmate all along without you realizing it. Who knows if it would have been funny anywhere but Bastogne -- the environmental pressures are starting to get to everyone -- but in that moment, it's the most hilarious thing in the world. Even George is shaking with laughter.

"Shhhh!" Only the sound of crunching snow rushing towards your fox hole can stop the joke. Compton leans down, his eyes never leaving the line in front of him as he hisses, "Keep it down! You wanna give away our position?"

"Sorry, Lieutenant," you giggle.

For all your trying, it's not until he's long gone that the three of you manage to catch your breath. Somehow, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, however slightly. You can look your best friends in the eye. That's something.

You fall asleep between them, the world still black and white, but not quite so dismal as you once imagined your dull color scheme to be.

--

"I've been workin' on the railroad, all the livelong day," you sing along with the other men, your grin the widest it's been in a while. Finally out of the fox holes, finally haven taken Foy, finally moving on.

"I've been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away --"

You're just beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, things will start to look up for Easy Company when something zings by your ear. One of the men beside you falls to the ground, and suddenly, the world around you descends into chaos.

A few more men drop like flies. Others tumblr over each other like dominos, some of them trying to flatten themselves to the ground for cover while others trip over each other to duck behind one of the nearby buildings.

"Sniper!" someone calls out. A body slams into yours as you try to scramble away from the tank you had been sitting on. The force of their body against yours sends you stumbling. It's just enough to hold you back from safety, and you feel the hot metal rip through your thigh.

You cry out as you hit the ground. Around you, bullets still race to find new marks as the sniper's rifle peppers the air with the sound of rounds being fired. You're face down on the dirty snow. It's harder than it should be not to roll over and call out for help, but the image of Julian back in Bastogne enters your mind and you settle for clenching your right hand into a fist and shoving it over your mouth to muffle your cries as you wait for it to be over.

More gunshots. Some cheers. How long have you been on the ground? A few minutes? Hours?

Someone grabs you by the shoulder and flips you over. Only then do you gasp out in pain.

"(Y/L/N)! Where are you hit?" Sergeant Lipton demands.

"Thigh." You try to sit up, but the Sergeant holds you down as he calls out for a medic. "Are the others okay?"

"Shifty got the sniper," Lipton assures you with a weak smile.

"But what about the others who got hit?"

"Alright, where'd they get her?" Spina asks as he appears beside you. From your awkward angle on your back, you can see him grimace as he looks at your thigh, which is pulsing with white hot pain.

"Is it bad? Is it --" you have to stop and swallow before you can continue. "Did they get an artery?"

"Roe's got the morphine," Spina says, looking over his shoulder and calling for the Louisiana boy before glancing back down at you. "Just take it easy, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth through a spark of pain. It's hot and bright -- probably what stars feel like as they burn out.

"Hey --" Lipton pats your cheek with his hand, trying to keep you grounded. "Stay with me, (Y/N). Roe's comin', okay? Hey, at least you didn't get shot in the ass like Perco, huh?"

"Mighta hurt less," you hiss.

"She got morphine?" A thick accent asks as Doc Roe appears above you. He glances down at your thigh and then at you. And then --

Something happens.

Roe must sense it too, because just as his eyes start to move back to your injury, he stops short. Something about his eyes . . . it's hard to describe. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before.

They're not black and white, you realize with a start. You gasp sharply, not sure if it's from pain or from the shock. Then, slowly, the world around you draws into focus in a way it never has before. The blacks and whites you've become so accustomed to fade away as color seeps in, like water paints bleeding onto a fresh sheet of paper, filling in the world in ways that you didn't even know was possible.

"Doc, are you gonna help her?!" Lipton asks as Roe falls to his knees beside you, still staring straight into your eyes. Neither of you take note of Spina cursing in confusion, grabbing Doc's bag and tearing through it for morphine and bandages.

"It's you," you gasp at the same time that Roe whispers, "I found you."

Lipton looks between the two of you in confusion. The minute it clicks, his jaw drops into a capital O. "Oh shit."

"Right --" Spina pats your leg and stands up as more people approach. " -- Didn't hit an artery, but she'll need to visit an aide station to get this cleaned up. I've done what I can."

Aide station?

"Wait, no!" You try to push yourself up, try to prove that you're fine. If you get taken to a hospital, it might take forever for them to let you out. And then how will you get back to Easy? Something could happen to Roe before you return.

You grasp the Cajun boy's hand as you're lifted onto the piece of wood that's serving as a crude stretcher. Over the rumbling of the approaching Jeep engine, you plead with him. "Don't let them take me, Doc. I'll be fine. I'm fine! I don't wanna go."

"You gotta," he says sadly. "Your leg . . ."

"I want to stay here," you insist. "Please. Please, Gene."

"I'll find you." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand as they load you into the Jeep. "I promise, we'll find each other again, okay? But you gotta go now, (Y/N)."

Your tightly knitted fingers unravel as the vehicle starts to move, unnoticing and uncaring of your feelings on the matter. For the first time since you got hit, you feel your eyes grow hot and watery. There's no use trying to hold back the tears that slip out as you're driven away from the boy who colored in your world.

From the boy who's your soulmate.

[cody-helix02]

I know I uploaded all of these sketches before BUT I wanted to do a lil collage of them cause I friggin love them...lol 😌✌️ (And yes some are more in my style and some less...just happens hehe)

[blood-mocha-latte]

why the hell can i only find two fics with babe and spina bestie behavior. i need more of these two and also more ralph spina appreciation in general thank you