#currahee to normandy

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Today is the 79th anniversary of the Normandy landings

Band of Brothers | Currahee & Day of Days

[majorhortonisonleaveinlondon]

If you’re wanting to watch Band of Brothers/The Pacific/Masters of the Air in chronological order with BoB 1st Currahee episode split up in the dates on screen I made a list

(Updated: April 12, 2014 7:58pm pst)

July, 10 1942 Easy Company Trains in Camp Tocca (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee 2001) August 7, 1942, Allied forces land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 1 Guadalcanal/Leckie 2010) September 18, 1942, 7th Marines Land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 2 Basilone 2010) December 1942 The 1st Marine Division on Guadalcanal is relieved (The Pacific Ep. 3 Melbourne 2010) *June 23, 1943, Easy Company Trains in Camp Mackall N.C. (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee) * June 25, 1943, 100th Bomb Group flew its first 8th Air Force combat mission (Master of the Air Ep. 1 2024)

July 16, 1943 the 100th Bomb Group bombed U-Boats in Tronbhdim (Masters of the Air Ep.2 2024) August 17, 1943 the 4th Bomb Wing of the 100th Bomb Group bombed Regenberg (Masters of the Air Ep. 3 2024) *September 6, 1943, Easy Company Boards transport ship in Brooklyn Naval Yard (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee)* September 16, 1943, William Quinn and Charles Bailey leave Belgium (Masters of the Air Ep.4 2024) September 18, 1943 -*East Company trains in Aldbourne, England (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee)* -John 'Bucky' Egan returns from leave to join the mission to bomb Munster (Master of the Air Ep.5 2024) October 14, 1943, John ‘Bucky’ Egan interrogated at Dulag Lut, Frankfurt Germany (Masters of the Air Ep. 6 2024) December 26, 1943, 1st Marine Division lands on Cape Gloucester (The Pacific Ep. 4 Gloucester/Pavuvu/Banika 2010) March 7, 1944, Stalag Luft III Sagan, Germany, Germans find the concealed radio Bucky was using to learn news of the War (Master of the Air Ep.7 2024) *June 4, 1944, D-Day Invasion postponed (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee)* *June 5, 1944 Easy Company Boards air transport planes bound for Normandy (Band of Brothers Ep. 1 Currahee)* June 6, 1944, 00:48 & 01:40 First airborne troops begin to land on Normandy (Band of Brothers Ep. 2 Day of Days 2001)

June, 7 1944 Easy Company Takes Carentan (Band of Brothers 3x10 Carentan)

August 12, 1944, The 332nd Fighter Group attack Radar stations in Southern France (Masters of the Air Ep.8 2024)

September 15, 1944 U.S. Marines landed on Peleliu at 08:32, on September 15, 1944 (the Pacific Part Five: Peleliu Landing)

September 16, 1944 Marines take Peleliu airfield (the Pacific Part Six: Airfield)

September, 17 1944 Operation Market Garden -(Band of Brothers 4x10 Replacements)

October 22/23, 1944, 2100 – 0200 Operation Pegasus (Band of Brothers 5x10 Crossroads)

October, 1944 Battle of Peleliu continues (the Pacific Part Seven: Peleliu Hills)

December 16, 1944 Battle of the Bulge (Band of Brothers 6x10 Bastogne)


January, 1945 Battle of Foy (Band of Brothers 7x10 The Breaking Point)


February 14, 1945 David Webb rejoins the 506th in Haguenau (Band of Brothers 8x10 The Last Patrol)

April 5, 1945 506th Finds abandoned Concentration Camp
(Band of Brothers 9x10 Why We Fight 2001)

April 1-June 22, 1945 Battle of Okinawa (The Pacific Part Nine: Okinawa)


May 7, 1945, Germany Surrenders V-E Day - (Master of the Air Ep. 9 2024) - (Band of Brothers 10x10 Points 2001)

August 15 The Empire of Japan surrenders end of the War (The Pacific Part Ten: Home)

[balladofthe101st]

Band of Brothers: The Musical

Act I:

1. Day of Days, Hour of Hours

2. Welcome to Camp Toccoa

3. Revoked ("Your Weekend Pass Is Revoked")

4. Currahee ("We're Easy Company")

5. Winters is on Mess Duty

6. Wipe That Dust Off Of Your Jump Wings

7. Goodbye, Camp Toccoa ("Goodbye, Lady Liberty")

8. The Cows Ran Away ("Because An Idiot Cut The Poor Man's Fence")

9. Winters is on Mess Duty (Reprise)

10. The Court Martial: Captain Sobel vs. Lieutenant Winters

11. NCO Uprising ("Gee, We're Gonna Get Shot")

12. All For The Better, All For The Best ("Goodbye, Captain Sobel")

13. He Can't Wait To Jump No More

14. Day of Days, Hour of Hours (Reprise)

Act II:

1. Normandy

2. Call Him Gonnorhea

3. The Assault At Brecourt Manor ("Popeye Got Shot In His Behind")

4. He Was Just A Boy

5. That's A Load Of Malarkey: Introducing Lieutenant Speirs From Dog Company

6. Amazing Blithe ("Was Blind, But Now Can See")

7. The Night Of the Bayonet/We're Moving Out

8. Replacements ("We're Easy Company")

9. A Dear John Letter

10. We're Moving Out (Reprise)

11. The Snake And The Apple In The Market Garden

12. The Americans Are Here/Chocolates and Smokes

13. Nuenen: The Ambush

14. Nuenen: The Retreat

15. Crossroads ("All Roads Lead To Hell Anyway")

16. The Red Devils/A Toast To The Yanks

Act III:

1. Bastogne: The Coldest Hell On Earth

2. Doc: The Company Medic/Do You Have Any Scissors?

3. Thank God For Nurses

4. NUTS

5. Thank God For Nurses (Reprise)

6. Poor Norman Dike

7. First Sargeant

8. The Breaking Point/Bastogne: The Coldest Hell On Earth (Reprise)

9. The Assault on Foy ("Thank God For Captain Speirs")

10. Replacement David Webster

11. West Point

12. The (Last) Patrol ("Do You Hear The Whistle?")

13. The Battlefield Commission

14. Leaving Hell On Earth

Act IV:

1. Raise The Bottle Of Vat69

2. The Confrontation: Nixon and Dick

3. A Dear John Letter (Reprise)

4. Blood Upon The Risers ("Gory, Gory, What A Hell Of A Way To Die")

4. Landsberg: Hell on Earth

5. The Aftermath

6. The Shot ("The Man's Not Home")

7. Learn Your Es ("Easy At The Eagles Nest")

8. VE Day

9. The Pacific Theater/Coconuts and Flamingos

10. Much Ado About Points/ Poor Shifty Powers

11. They Still Need You/Winters Denied

12. The Goodbye

13. End Of The War ("We're Going Home")

14. What Comes Next?/Come With Me To Nixon

15. We Lucky Few, We Band of Brothers ("We're Easy Company")

[easycompvny]

i’ve never shared this story time with anyone except my friends and i thought sharing it with BoB fans could be fun (because it was such an amazing experience!!)

GOING TO A BAND OF BROTHERS CONVENTION

i attended the commemorations in normandy back in 2019 bc i’m from france and i REALLY wanted to drag my parents there to show how amazing the whole experience was (and it was the 75th anniversary so yay). and then i discovered that they were doing a BoB convention with some of the actors (shane taylor, robin laing etc.) and as i was exactly in my BoB era, i figured it would be cool to attend. in my 17y-old glory, i went there with no one to help me go through all the tables and signing and talking (reminder i’m french and when anxious, my english is 10 times worse). fortunately, my mother asked a group of lovely girls to accompany me, and they even gifted me a bastogne card for the actors to sign !! (i had a poor piece of paper pls..) they were super fun and thankfully one of them was american, so it was easier to strike up a convo or joke around with the guys.

i’ll tell you their characters’ names but i remember seeing grant, shifty, popeye, penkala, dike, dale dye.. seeing how the guys were so close even in reality, how friendly the whole atmosphere was, seeing how connected to each other they are because they know this tv show will go on through the generations and is still important today is so special, truly.

but then i came around chris langlois, rick (welsh), robin (babe) and shane’s table and omg i could’ve fainted, i WOULD HAVE. doc roe is my fav character (it’s never the same in reality but i got really attached to him, even after rewatching so </3) and meeting the grandson of the real roe was mindblowing.

but here comes the funniest part : it was the american girl’s birthday, rick and robin did not understand that and thought it was MY birthday, so when they signed my stuff they asked how old i was yadayada. and then we took a picture, robin even filmed a video on my phone (that i still have. and my wallpaper is actually him showing rick and shane in the background) for my friend who was as much of a fan as i was back then !! that was so cool of him !! then they finally understood it wasn’t my birthday when we told them and they were making fun of themselves, saying i should hide the card before my actual birthday. coolest interaction ever and they were so chill, i could actually talk a little bit since i was less nervous w/ them !! LOVE THEM !!

after going through these mountains of emotions, we ate at a restaurant just beside the convention place and i could see all the actors leaving, rick smiled to me and robin did the birthday joke again. and THEN a few days later my friend posted a tweet abt it and robin actually replied so, you know, the fact that he did not forget abt it 10 minutes after was nice lmao.

once a fangirl, always a fangirl apparently. the fact that i first became a fan at 17 and now i’m 21, oof it hits ya. i truly think i will never live something that cool again, currahee forever or whatever !!

[next-autopsy]

Hi there Nex! How is everything going? Hopefully you’re doing good. Would you mind answering 1, 22 and 25 for the positivity ask game? Excited for your answer! Take care 😊🩵

Hey Vani! Thank you for your ask, lovely 💕

1- What is my fave part about being in the fandom?

Kind of the basic answer but I honestly do love the affection and support felt from y’all! This fandom has been so welcoming and kind and its really given me the courage to be more, do more and say more.

22- What quotes would I assign to my mutuals?

@malarkgirlypop - "Now remember boys, flies spread disease so keep yours closed."

@panzershrike-pretz - "Hey, you! That's right, you stupid Kraut bastards! That's right! Say hello to Ford, and General fuckin' Motors! You stupid fascist pigs! Look at you! You have horses! What were you thinking? Dragging our asses half way around the world, interrupting our lives... For what, you ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we doing here?"

@footprintsinthesxnd - "Hey Frank, this guy is reading an article that says the Germans are bad."

@sweetxvanixlla - "Oh Lord, grant that I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart."

@land-sh - "We're not lost private, we're in Normandy."

@ronsparky - "We salute the rank, not the man."

@xxluckystrike - "Bull, smack him for me please?" (thump) "Thank you!"

@mads-weasley - "Sobel's a genius. I had a headmaster in prep school who was just like him. I know the type."......."Lew, Michaelangelo's a genius. Beethoven's a genius."......"You know a man in this company who wouldn't double-time Currahee with a full pack, just to piss in that man's morning coffee?"

@samwinchesterslostshoe - "June 6th... of last year?".... "D-Day, yes sir."..... "Haha, Alright, don't get hurt."

25- what colours do my mutuals remind me of?

@malarkgirlypop - Soft coral

@panzershrike-pretz - Firetruck red

@footprintsinthesxnd - Light teal

@sweetxvanixlla - An off white cream or beige

@land-sh - Crimson red

@ronsparky - Black or like really really dark gray

@xxluckystrike - Lavender

@mads-weasley - Dusty sage green

@samwinchesterslostshoe - Magenta

Don't ask why, I have no idea. Just vibes.

p.s: I'm so sorry if i missed you, i just can't think properly

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love and War

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Synopsis: Bob Floyd never expected to fall in love during the war, especially not with a pretty, young nurse during basic training. But love works in funny ways and can their love stand the rest of time, the war and the distance that separates them. Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+, smut. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upottery Airfield, England June 1944

The downpour of rain pounded on the wooden roof, echoing through the barracks and causing a deafening echoing. It seeped through the cracks and dropped down onto the men seated below, tricking down the backs of their necks and eliciting shivers. The jump had been called off again due to poor flying conditions and Bob and the other members of the Airborne Division were huddled in one of the wooden huts, still equipped with nearly everything they needed for the jump, faces smeared with black paint and a deep sense of defeat hanging in the air.

Most of the men had dumped their stuff back in their sleeping quarters, including the British issued leg bags that while none of the men had jumped with before in training, had been rammed full of extra ammunition and supplies. Overall each man was carrying about 100 extra pounds, some being 150 extra pounds, this was the point when Bob was truly glad he was a rifleman and not part of the mortar or machine gun squads. Everyone had been so prepared, veins pumping with adrenaline at the thought of their impending jump, only to be shot down in flames by the English weather yet again. Considering their almost disastrous practice run of D-Day at Slapton Sands, an air of uneasiness hung over the men. Bob picked carelessly at the seam of his cuff, pulling at the loose thread absentmindedly. It’s not like anyone would care if he had a thread loose now, Lewis wouldn’t be there to make him run Currahee again. Captain Lewis' words ran through Bob’s mind.

“You think you’re paratroopers, you’re not. You are children. You are a disgrace to this regiment.”

Bob thought it was the happiest day of his life when the regiment was shipped to England. Captain Lewis was staying in the States to train new paratroopers so Captain Moore had taken his place. Moore was a kind faced man who was far more knowledgeable than Lewis and had his men’s upmost respect. No more Captain Lewis, no more Currahea, but no more (y/n). After Toccoa, they had been split up for a while when Bob went to Fort Benning for his Airborne training but they met up again at several other bases, including Camp Mackall, much to Albert Miller’s dismay as he turned a blind eye to Bob sneaking into the aid station to steal her away. Bob had thought of (y/n) often during the crossing to England. Curled up on his tiny bunk bed, he’d lovingly traced his finger over the picture she’d given him, her bright smiling face staring back at him as he solemnly looked on. He’d tucked that picture into the breast pocket of his uniform, wanting to keep her close to his heart in the long days ahead.

(Y/n) and the other nurses from the Army Nurse Corps had been stationed at a military hospital in another part of England and while Bob was glad you weren’t going to Normandy with him, his heart already ached for you to be back in his arms. He’d been fortunate enough to have a seven day pass to London with some of the other men, which just so happened to coincide with your leave, meaning you’d spent seven blissful days together exploring the capital. Deep down he wished he’d told you how he truly felt but he knew nothing good could have come from it, not with war right around the corner. He loved you and while you had both loved each other, you’d said it in every way but those three words. He thought back to your last night together, curled up in the crumpled sheets back in London. (Y/n) had snuck Bob into her hotel room and they did their best to keep the noise down despite their antics. Bob smiled at the thought of her soft skin beneath his hands, plump lips against his, legs tangled together beneath the sheets.

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Bob’s hand roamed up her thighs, unclasping her stockings and rolling them down simultaneously, taking as long as possible so he could savour each moment. She watched him intently, her heart beating quicker at the sight of him, his normally blue eyes were dark and filled with lust. He slid her skirt up, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs as his hands pulled down her panties. He pushed her legs further apart before burying his face between her legs, placing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. She gasped, letting her head roll back against the bed, her cheeks blushing furiously as she groaned as Bob began to suck at her clit, his tongue toying with her folds. She squeezed her eyes shut, gasping loudly as she grabbed a fistful of Bob’s hair, pulling it harshly. Bob moaned as he began fumbling her clit between his teeth, the action only causing (y/n) to moan louder. The pleasure she felt was intense and she breathlessly mumbled, her whole body feeling hot all over as the pleasure pulsed through her.

“I’m so close,” she cried but Bob didn’t answer, his tongue working tirelessly to bring her to ecstasy. Bob slipped one finger, and then two into her, causing her to arch her back, crying out his name. Bob pumped his fingers slowly as she rode out her orgasm, clenching around his fingers, as the grip on his hair grew ever tighter until she relaxed. (Y/n) didn’t realise she’d had her eyes closed until she opened up and saw Bob looking down at her, a shy smile on his lips glistening with her wetness. Y/N could feel her whole body buzzing from the afterglow of her orgasm but she released Bob’s hair, running her hand down to cup his cheek and pull him in for a tender kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and she moaned into the kiss. (Y/n) pulled away, running her fingers over Bob’s swollen lips and hummed in appreciation. His once neatly gelled hair was dishevelled, his neck sporting a few bruises from her kisses earlier and his blue eyes watching her like a love-sick puppy. It amazed her how Bob could go from this love-making machine to the sweet boy that now sat in front of her. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth she gave him a devilish grin.

“I want you…” she trailed her fingers down Bob’s chest, unbuttoning it as she went. “I want you…” she repeated and (y/n) could see Bob’s eyes growing darker as he watched her actions.

“As you wish, Doll.”

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“Hey, stop doing that,” Jackson hissed, swatting Bob’s hand away. “Stop picking your sleeve.”

“Why?” Bob hissed back a little sharper than he had meant to. “It’s not like we’ve got anywhere to be.” Jackson sighed, knocking his friend playfully on the shoulder. “Don’t be in such a hurry to get yourself killed, Floyd.”

Jackson was right, the radioman was always right. He had a strange sense of humour and a boyish grin that caused women to fall at his feet. Bob thought he was only about 18 but he was 21, a full-grown adult, Jackson often reminded him. Bob was 23, and although he wasn’t much older than Jackson, he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’d been promoted to Staff Sergeant of 2nd platoon during their parachute training and Bob felt like he’d taken on the responsibility of the whole of Easy Company, not just a few Privates and Corporals. Jackson continued to talk in a hushed whisper but Bob had tuned out, his mind wandering to home, as the black and white images of the movie played before his eyes. Back in the States, it was about 5 pm, Bob thought to himself, imagining his mother cooking dinner in the kitchen whilst trying to control his two rowdy younger brothers. One of his brothers had asked Bob to bring back a Luger and much to his mother's dismay he’d promised he’d try. But honestly, Bob didn’t want to bring anything back from the war, he didn’t want his family to have any connection to the horrors he knew he’d be facing. No, the only thing Bob wanted to bring home from the war was you. He could imagine it now, painting the scene vividly in his mind of you helping his mother in the kitchen, playing in the yard with his brothers, and chatting with his father around the breakfast table. That was the image Bob wanted to stay with him forever.

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Bob had never felt travel sick before, even as a young boy he’d loved long car journeys but sat in what felt like a rickety tin of an aircraft waiting to jump out into the darkness above Normandy, Bob couldn’t stop his stomach from churning. It came in waves, rolling over him like a tide as he swallowed down the vomit that threatened to erupt from his mouth at any second. Doc Miller had issued the men with travel sickness tablets for the journey and although no one had a problem with this in training, many were grateful for them now. Captain Nelson, who had been promoted to Easy Company’s CO before D-Day, waved his hands at the men, indicating it was time to clip themselves onto the line and prepare to jump. Bob stood, his legs shaking like they were made of jelly and about to give way at any given moment. After 22 months of training the day had finally come, this was the big jump. The men on either side of him jostled about, knocking into each other like dominos. The green light appeared in the doorway and Bob watched as Lieutenant Nelson jumped out of the plane, disappearing into the night. One after another the paratroopers jumped, each jumping into enemy fire. When Bob’s turn came his palms were sweating and his knees nearly buckled.

“Go, go, go,” the paratrooper behind Bob shouted and Bob jumped. Flung into the night sky he hurriedly scrambled to hold onto the strings of his parachute in a desperate attempt to steer himself the best he could. Around him shells erupted in the sky, hitting the C47 planes. Bob watched in utter horror as one of the planes exploded before the soldiers even had time to jump, erupting in flames and hurtling towards Normandy.

The landing was rough, Bob couldn’t judge the distance from the ground and as his ankle connected with the floor he felt a surge of pain shoot up his leg. Scrambling to his feet, he gathered up the silk parachute, cutting the ties and hurriedly picking up his M1 Garand, his hands shaking as he hurriedly assembled it. Around him, gunfire echoed through the night as he hurried towards a group of trees. Ducking down Bob watched as several other paratroopers landed, most of them had been spread far and wide across Normandy due to the poor conditions and inexperience of the pilots but a lucky few landed together. Bob stood, shuffling out from his hiding place, his rifle raised.

The other paratroopers turned to him, “Flash?” One of them shouted out.

“Thunder,” Bob replied and he saw the three men visibly relaxed.

“Welcome,” they called back and Bob emerged from his hiding place waving to the other men who approached quickly, all squatting down, wide eyes darting around them in panic. Bob recognised two of the men from Dog Company but he couldn’t say he knew them, just from the odd encounters during training. The other man was unfamiliar to Bob, and the others it would seem, he stayed on the edge of the group, staying silent.

“Who are you?” Bob asked, his voice coming out in a harsh whisper and the young man looked behind him as if he wasn’t sure Bob was addressing him.

“I’m Private Garcia, from the 82nd Airborne Division, Sir,” he addressed Bob quietly, his cheeks blushing as he sat under the scrutiny of the three soldiers.

“82nd!” One of the men from Dog Company exclaimed. “Where the fuck are we?”

“I don’t know but we need to keep moving,” Bob stood motioning for the others to follow him. “Stay with us until we find your Division.” He told Garcia who nodded, following along at the back of the group. Along the way the group caught up with a small groups of other paratroopers from Able and Baker Company, all heading to the rendezvous point.

By the time they caught up with the others and regrouped, Easy Company had won its first of many battles.

“Floyd, you should have seen it. Everyone was firing and Lieutenant Nelson was instructing us to clear out the German’s trenches and we destroyed their 105mm,” Jackson reeled off, sounding far too excited about his first battle, his first victory. “And when the Tiger Tank came over the hill I was sure we were done for, we were out of TNT but then the M4s came out of the tree line and we sent them running for the hills.”

Bob smiled at the radioman who was still enthusiastically reeling off the day's events. He wished he had been there, fighting alongside his friends but he knew there would be many chances for that in the coming days. He left Jackson telling the story to the two men from Dog Company and Garcia from the 82nd and he made his way across the camp in search of Doc Miller. He found the medic in one of the abandoned buildings patching up a young, fresh-faced soldier, he didn’t look any worse for wear considering he’d been shot in the arm and smiled at Bob when he entered. Bob nodded his head in acknowledgement, waiting for the soldier to leave before approaching his friend. Miller looked up at him, his face still smeared in the remnants of black paint from the drop.

“Boy am I glad to see you, Doc. I’d recognise those dulcet tones anywhere,” Bob perched himself on one of the wooden chairs in the corner of the room, leaning his head against the wall with a dramatic sigh. The rumble of the M4s and trucks passed by outside, causing the wrecked beholding to shake, dust leaking through the holes in the roof, and the shouts of other platoon leaders sounded far away as Bob huddled further into his jacket, his eyes closed in the hope of a moment's peace. Miller let out a laugh, his heavy boots causing the floorboards to creak as he approached.

“Have you seen Jackson yet?” His smooth southern accent sounded like music to Bob’s ears after the night of endless complaints he’d endured from the Dog Company lads.

“Who hasn’t? He’s been telling half of the 101st what happened and anyone from the 82nd who would listen.” Bob was unable to wipe the coquettish smirk from his face as both men laughed, the young radioman’s enthusiasm was endearing really, his boyish charm radiating onto everyone who met him.

“How are you holding up?” Doc asked, eyeing Bob’s ankle that he had balanced on the table in front of him.

Bob snorted, “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Doc. I’ll just walk it off.” Bob jumped as he felt Miller’s cold fingers resting against the exposed skin of his ankle and hissed as the medic began to manoeuvre his boot off his foot. Deep purple bruises penetrated the skin and the whole foot was swollen, the skin stretched thinly over the inflamed area. Miller sighed, fishing in his bag and pulling out some fresh, white bandages. He strapped Bob’s foot tightly, winding the scratchy material around it before replacing his sock.

“I want you to keep off of it as much as possible and keep it raised when you can.” Miller’s eyes were stern as he looked at Bob but the playfulness behind his dark eyes made Bob smile.

“Whatever you say, Doc,” Bob grinned, pulling his boot back on and lacing it as best he could before hobbling back outside. Bob knew that this was just the beginning of what was yet to come.

“Oh Floyd,” Miller called after him, causing Bob to stop in his tracks, his heavy boots coming to a loud halt. “Did you hear about Captain Moore?”

Bob frowned, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “No, what happened?”

“His plane was hit, no one even got the chance to jump. Poor bastards didn’t stand a chance.” Miller looked solemn. “Nelson’s now Easy’s CO and it looks like he’ll be promoted to Captain after today.”

Bob nodded, no words needed to be exchange from the news. Captain Moore would have been a good combat leader had he been given the chance to prove himself but Bob and the rest of East Company knew that Lieutenant Nelson was more than capable of leading them to greatness.

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Dear Doll,

By now you’ve probably heard that we’ve landed in Normandy. The drop was hard and we lost a lot of good men but so far our advances have been successful. The Germans aren’t making this easy for us but we knew that no part of this god-forsaken war was going to be easy. We’re being sent back to Aldbourne for some R and R, for how long I do not know. There is very little they tell us, even Leuitenant Nelson seems to be kept in the dark. I can’t wait to see you once I’m back in England. I can’t tell you much more than that my love but just know I miss you so much. I think of you every night before I sleep and every morning when I wake and all the time in between. I’ll try to write to you as much as I can. I hold your letters close to my heart, my darling, and your picture. They keep me going when I feel that I can’t go on. I love you and I’ll see you soon. Love your Bobby

Dear Bobby,

I was so glad to receive your letter before we shipped out. I am being moved to an aid station somewhere in France to help the wounded soldiers. I don’t yet know where I will be stationed but I will try to write to you as soon as I can. I’m sorry to be missing you in Aldbourne. I’ve missed you so much Bob, not a day goes by when I don’t think about you. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since you left. This place just doesn’t feel the same without you. I feel as if you took part of me with you the day you left, just promise me you’ll bring it back. How is Albert getting on? Please send him my love. I’ve missed having all of you boys around. I love you my darling. Your (y/n) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Taglist: @callsign-phoenix @shadowsintheknight @imjess-themess @averyhotchner @mayhem24-7forever @green-socks @alexxavicry @a-reader-and-a-writer @topguncortez @maggiescarborough @callsignmaverick5 @ssprayberrythings @smoothdogsgirl @xoxabs88xox @luckyladycreator2 @abaker74 @elenavampire21 @classyunknownlover @okiegirl24 @flashyourgreeneyesatme @sunlightmurdock @airedale17 @callmemana @shadowolf993 @t-nd-rfoot @topguncultleader @flyboyjake @emorychase @wkndwlff @shanimallina87 @jstarr86 @starkleila @callsignmeiga

[rebeccapearson]

Hoobler had been talking about getting a Luger since Normandy. As we dug in he went from foxhole to foxhole telling everyone how he'd finally got one.

BAND OF BROTHERS 1x01 currahee || 1x07 the breaking point

[fernando-jpg]

Ooooh, if your requests are still open, I'd love to see how you think the boys of Easy Company would react to the reader revealing that she disguised herself as a boy to become a paratrooper to fight in the war 👀 (I love your writing btw!💖)

ohh i love this request! thank you!🌞

this kinda turned into "how did you disguise yourself as a man in easy and how the man found out" but i wanted to give some backstory😭

disguising yourself as a man to fight in a war seemed like a good idea at first

you thought it would be easy (hehehe)

and at first it was

you cut off all of your hair

you faked your medical examination

and then signed up for the paratroopers

you wanted to prove how capable of everything women are and frankly you wanted to be with the best

you wrapped bandages around your chest to cover your boobies, your bubbies, your bazookas

it was uncomfortable at first probably but you got used to it after some time

when you were ready and made sure you had everything, you had left to Toccoa

when you arrived at the camp nobody noticed (thankfully)

they would think that you don't look like a man but wouldn't mind much

if you are 5'4" or a little over that, they would probably poke fun at your height

"you tall enough to play yoyo?" said none other than bill guarnere

but they probably poked fun at all the short guys in the company like Perco or Luz (nothing too ruthless, it was all jokes)

doesn't matter if you were a little larger or skinny because there were various types of body men had (bull was kinda buffy while for ex. lieb was pretty skinny)

sobel would probably point out that you look a bit differently than the rest but eventually would let it go (he would say other mean things tho lol, hate this guy)

you made friends with a lot, but probably being the closest to Luz since you two arrived at the camp at the same time (and because he was fun)

everything was fine, you weren't falling behind anyone during exercises, you were actually better than some at running currahee and shooting

but there were some days you would suck at things

mainly due to the damn time of the month

you wanted to lay down all day when your cramps were bad but you couldn't obviously

yeah, you faked food poisoning once or twice but figured it wouldn't work well

so other times you would just try your best to cover your pain with pain killers and try no to bleed through your ODs

you hid your sanitary pads in your mattress as well as other things considered contraband in case of an inspection

the first man to find out about your secret identity was Skip

that bastard caught you changing your bandages one time and totally freaked out

after some threatening he kept his mouth shut

after Skip found out you tried even harder to cover up that you're a woman

but failed when Luz and Malarkey found out

you were scared

Luz has a big mouth

Makark's mouth never tends to close especially after alcohol so

but they were good friends and kept their mouth shut

fast forward to Normandy

you were injured during the assault at brecourt manor

grazed in the shoulder

you were dragged away by medics from the field

on your way back, you ran into Lipton

the company's mother

he rushed up to you and tried to patch you up

you refused to let him do so but then

he ripped open your ODs and found your chest covered in bandages

you had to tell him what's up

surprisingly lip took it well

yeah he freaked out a bit at first but then brushed it off

he began to treat you differently whenever none soldiers were there to see it

that man was so protective over you since that day

everyone just thought you and lip are Soo good friends and that's why he's around you a lot

in Bastogne bill found out

then buck found out

and toye

and then babe

soon it was like you had secret society in easy

you were all always together

then in Hagenau, Speirs found out

Ronald fucking Speirs

that man was scary but hell after he found out he didn't threaten to tell on you to Sink

thank you Ron <3

at the end of the war, you wanted to come clear with everyone

you told everyone in easy (which was scary asf)

but the boys were supportive and promised to keep that secret forever

dick was probably like "how did i never notice"

lewis was slightly heartbroken bc this man, the freaking intelligence officer, probably suspected something was off but never looked more into it

"couldn't you just tell me?" said probably liebgott

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

Would have loved to have magically made my way to Normandy this year to catch everything, but more appriopriately I have to keep attending duty shifts 🥲 The best I can do with the bit of time before I get back to work is a repost of my proudest contribution to the fandom to date, a BoB-centric music video! HAPPY D-DAY AT 80 EVERYONE!!!

Notes and a bit of my ramblings below and here !

I'm so incredibly grateful, endlessly amused, and more than a little heartbroken that we get to look back on D-Day on it's 80th anniversary together!

The meme posts are topnotch and stupidly comforting (keep em coming!!!) and while Tom Hanks is having to serve serious and honorable statements left and right about one of the biggest events in military history in Normandy right now, we get to sit back and reblog Luz's TONAAAIYGHT IS THE NAIIIGHYT OF NITES until we reach a deafening echo chamber 😂 good ol'reliable hbowar!

On another note, while I'm obviously aware none of us here are old enough to have participated in the war, I can't help feeling honored to have reached this point with fellow fans. Anyone brazen enough to sift through tumblr to find the hbowar community is a person of culture and taste, and a bit of a hoe let's face it -- but more importantly, a person who understands, respects, and is continuously curious about all of the history behind it. A mere 80 years from the day in the grand scheme of things, and children now are picking up on Neo-nazism because it's being packaged as something edgy and trendy on Tiktok. It hurts, but makes me all the more thankful for this safe space. If you've reached this far in the post, thanks?? And thanks for being you, and keep being you!

In the hope that we can keep the lessons of WWII alive when its veterans are all well and truly gone, happy D-day anniversary, everyone! Currahee, semper fi, and sunnuvabicsh THAT'S (INDEED) FRANCE!!!

[softspeirs]

Here’s the gang (in their ODs, no less) doing Currahee to Normandy - they’ve started their jump training in Toccoa!

Not everyone is tagged, but I spy Dukeman, Grant, Garcia…. can anyone fill in the blanks on the others?

[sergeant-spoons]

56. Where You Go, I'm Going/So Jump, And I'm Jumping

Leslie Sheppard

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June 5th came and went in a blur. Before Leslie knew it, night had fallen. Where the lamps would usually have been lit stood dark, empty poles that more than one man had run into by not looking up from the shadows. Leslie ducked around the metal beast, knowing she'd never see it again and not sure why she cared enough to think about that. She'd be in France by morning, and it would be dismantled as soon as the airfield could shrink again post-Normandy. Strange things. A relic from old London, she suspected, nothing like the electric lamps she knew from home. These ones stood alone, entirely disconnected from one another. They had to be lit by hand individually, lighting up the night in a slow spread from the center outward. They stood alone. Like the men always said about Currahee.

We stand alone—

Together.

The sun set just after 8:30 in the evening. 20:30 in military time. Leslie's mind had kept slipping all day, falling back upon old manners she once knew. In that last fading light not ten minutes ago, Mama E had gravely informed the Mechorps that their DZ had changed. Gathered in a clump outside their commander's tent, the men and women of the company kicked at the crusty, dried mud and muttered condolences but never fears. They couldn't be afraid. Not soldiers. Leslie was afraid but not surprised to hear they'd be jumping to meet up with the 2nd Armored Infantry now. Kiko, hollow-faced and silent, seemed to have completely forgotten Mama E ever gave them that warning in the long age that had passed since yesterday. Tink was somewhere else, busying herself with packing or food or what have you. She knew someone would tell her if there was news.

"We've got news."

Once told, Tink sat quietly on her bunk, staring at the emptiness of the tent. Everything but her bunk and the support pole in the center of the tent frame had been dismantled and packed away for another regiment's use somewhere to the north. Leslie blinked for a moment, then looked out the tent flap at the beckoning stars. She took a deep breath and crossed herself, small, so maybe no one but God would see if he cared to look.

"I'm gonna go find a priest or somethin'," she said.

"I think I'll pray here," Tink replied, looking at Kiko, who hesitated. Tink beckoned her over to the bunk, and she went and sat, leaning on Tink's shoulder.

"I think I'll stay here," she told Leslie, weary in the eyes.

"Okay."

Leslie stepped over, kissed them each on the forehead, and left.

Now, walking through the night towards the last remaining sector of light in the camp, she looked out towards the lights of the Airfield and took another deep breath. She stopped to let a British platoon pass by uninterrupted and ducked into a tent with a torn side. No luck; just a mess tent that had been raided for last-minute snacks. Leslie couldn't imagine how anyone could eat before the advance. She'd barely touched her dinner.

Feeling her stomach lurch, she picked up a half of an orange and kept going.

The only man of the cloth she could locate in the darkness was Father Maloney, a chaplain who served with Easy Company. She found him by following the words of his prayers, though at first, she hadn't been able to hear what exactly he was saying. As she drew closer, she recognized some of the Latin, in the sense that she would have recognized a face from her childhood or a story she hadn't read in many years. Maloney's face, lit by candles, appeared around the bend of a brick wall, and Leslie continued forward over the mossy ground until she'd joined the makeshift congregation. They stood clumped together in the shadow of a large tent that now housed a group of British anti-aircraft gunners. Not three hours ago, American paratroopers had laid their heads in those beds for the last time.

Skip was there, fingering his rosary near the back of the group. He wrapped his arm around Leslie protectively as she came up to his side, almost as if he'd known she'd come.

"No Tink?" he whispered.

Leslie shook her head, leaning into his arm as if she needed the warmth despite the early June air.

"Said she'd rather pray with Kiko."

He nodded.

"We'll see you on the ground, then."

Leslie froze. Skip felt it and squeezed his arm around her.

"Won't we?"

"No," she sighed, her shoulders falling as her chest tightened. "No, you won't."

"What?" He stepped back and stared at her, even though Father Maloney had started up a new prayer. "Why?"

"Hey, Sheppard!"

Archie Potts didn't seem to notice he was interrupting a service. Maloney glanced at him but kept leading the prayer. Archie waved at Leslie, his watch glinting in the light from the torn-side mess tent.

"C'mon, we gotta go, we gotta go!"

"Gimme a sec!" she whisper-shouted back, then turned back to Skip, grabbing his hand to squeeze where it still hung close to her side. "We just got the news, right before I came over here."

"Shit."

"Yeah, no shit. I mean, yes, it's shit, but no shit, it's shit."

They laughed, but there wasn't much humor to be had, and after a beat of silence as Maloney's even voice filled the air, they pulled each other into a tight hug.

"Watch out for yourself out there," she told him.

"You watch out, too."

"I will. Tell Don I love 'im, yeah?"

"I can't do that," he refused, shaking his head. "That's something you've gotta tell him yourself."

"Oh, I know," she replied without thinking about it. "I didn't mean like that, not yet."

He stared at her, astonished, but then he smiled, and she knew he was trying to find the silver lining in all this.

"Not yet?"

She flushed.

"Skip—don't."

"You could go find him. Right now. You could-"

"No. Just tell him the way I always mean it, alright? Please?"

"I'll tell him," he promised, softening. "Not like that, but— I'll tell him."

She grabbed his hand and squeezed, looking him in the eye for what she prayed would not be the last time.

"Godspeed, Skippy old boy."

He squeezed back.

"See you on the other side."

Archie came over to drag her away, and Leslie went with him, muttering a quick amen so as not to offend Father Maloney with her early dismissal. Archie scolded her for making the both of them late and as Leslie went back around the brick wall bend, she lost sight of Skip in the dark.

22:00 hours. 10 p.m. Whichever time you called it, the time was ripe. Time to load up the planes.

Out of all her friends, Skip was the only one from Easy who Leslie had seen since early that morning when she and Tink snuck over to have their breakfast with him, Don, Alton More, and a few of the other Easy boys they didn't know all that well. Kiko said she wasn't hungry and stayed in bed. She was still there three hours later when they came back from the morning run, and Tink bribed her to get out of bed with a Hershey bar and a few rounds of canasta to get her mind off things. Leslie had said goodbye to Don right after that breakfast, and that was it. It felt strange to be without him, especially now since she knew they would no longer have a chance of meeting up on the ground.

She missed him already.

It didn't take long to load up the planes, but then came the waiting until everyone had boarded and checked their equipment and cleared the runways. Officially, D-Day would begin on the 6th of June. It would be past midnight by the time the Mechorps—and Easy, and all the 506th, for that matter—flew over their DZ. Leslie was starting to doze off when she felt the engines of their plane start. Not doze off into sleep—into a trance. She saw shapes in the shadows around her friends' legs and boots. They started taxiing to the runway and that was that. No turning back now. Not there ever had been before. Not for Leslie. She stuck her clammy hands into her pants pockets and found the paper wrapping of a stick of gum sticking to her left hand. She pulled it out and squinted at it, feeling the engines thrum louder and louder behind her head.

The planes lined up on the runway and waited for their signal to take off.

Leslie folded the wrapper into and out of the shape of a crane over and over again until her hands became too sweaty to get the little folds right. Thinking about all the things she could have said to Don but didn't as they were saying goodbye, she felt the crane slip through her fingers. It fell from her lap and bounced away across the unsteady floor. No one else saw or noticed, and she looked away from it, focusing on the stars outside instead.

Don fiddled with his hands and wished he'd kissed Leslie when he had the chance.

Skip wrapped his rosary beads around his finger and prayed to live to see his home, his family, his friends, and Faye again.

Penk listened to the sounds of the plane—the engine, the shifting of his comrades' boots across the floor and their bodies across the benches, the rattling of the metal frame as the wheels inched forward over the asphalt—and tried not to think about all he could lose. Life. Limb. Happiness. His friends. Kiko—if he hadn't lost her already.

He bowed his head.

Next to Leslie, Danny Huff pointed out the open door at the spotlights turning on all down the runway. The planes in front began to move, propellers pulling them forward.

Kiko tried to focus on her breathing. Now was a bad time to let her emotions get the better of her. If she had only done it sooner. Or later. Or never.

She wished it had been never.

Tink thought about her brothers back home. She thought about her cousin Janie. She held her rosary to her lips and ushered up a prayer that everyone she loved would live through the night.

Especially George, she thought, feeling guilty for the preference but unwilling to take it back.

George thought about Tink. About how long she hugged him in the shadows behind the tent after the last dinner they'd shared. About how long it took her to let go, and about the kiss she ran back to press to his cheek, her eyes shining with tears, before she left for good. Even as Liebgott started to cough and dry-heave and the other men shied away from his impending vomit, George stayed lost in his mind, sitting still and cold and afraid.

Captain Eades, Mama E, sat at the front of the pack, gripping the edge of the doorframe with her good hand. The metal felt warm against her palm from how long she'd held it there. She looked across at her mechanics—her soldiers—her boys and girls—and saw their faces, one by one. She saw the fear they tried or didn't even bother to hide. She saw the nausea and the calm. She saw the strength and the weakness. She saw Luchette reach across the aisle and grab Sheppard's hand, then again beside her to take Palekiko's. Sheppard and Palekiko leaned forward and connected the third side of the triangle, and the minds of the men looking upon them seemed to ease at the sight. Captain Mercedes Eades looked at her watch, lifting her tiny flashlight to read the surface as the plane began to gather speed.

Tick-tick-tick.

Hands met at midnight and the plane bucked into the air. Flight, flight from all things known and toward the great, black night. Flight across the Channel and on to France, to war and bloody glory.

So be it. The 506th Mechanical Corps—the first in history, the unsung heroes of 101st Airborne—would get the job done.

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[crazygadgetshere]

Young Miniatures: "Currahee!"

Young Miniatures has released a new bust in 1/10th scale featuring a 101st Airborne soldier from WWII. YM1897 US Airborne Normandy 1944 – “Currahee” Source

[dutchcallihan]

WIP

Info: The 131st, 506th E Company was heavily influenced by the 101st Airborne Division, 506th, Easy Company A.K.A “Band Of Brothers.” In 4th Year, where the Goblet of Fire takes place, we’ll meet the Wizarding “Band of Brothers” newcomers in the upcoming Second Wizarding War. Like in the book, they would start out accepting volunteers from 1st year and go through vigorous training until the end of the year; if they pass it, they will be placed into the 131st Airborne Division. They would be the first to use Muggle vehicles such as C-47s, Gliders, and Jeeps into battle, still using WW2 weaponry, same as the other Divisions such as 62nd, 82nd, and 221st This is a tribute to the original members of Easy Company who fought in the darkest night of Normandy to Hitler’s Eagles Nest at the end.

506th Paratrooper Infantry Regiment

Regiment Logo: Adopted logo from the original

Motto: “Currahee"

506th, Easy Company

Company Executive Officer: First Lieutenant Charlie Tim [Richard “Dick” Winter] (Promoted to Captian after his fourth year)

1st Platoon leader (702nd Greyhound Regiment) First Lieutenant Julia Kirth.

Company members:

First Lieutenant Aliyah Woodward [Carwell Lipton] (Female, Irish-Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Technical Sergeant Andrea Mann [Bill Guarnere] (Female, Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Sergeant Royal Shield [Joseph Liebgott] (Male, Irish-American, Half-Blood, 4th Year)

Technician Fourth Grade York Lane [Geroge Luz] (Male, French-Canadian, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Corporal Skye Bourne [Eugine Roe] (Female, French-Canadian, Half-Blood, 4th Year)

Private Nova Till [Darrell Power] (Female, Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 2nd Year)

Private Lila Roth [Edward Heffron] (Female, Irish-Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 2nd Year)

Private Marie Shiftwell [Markley] (Female, Irish-Canadian, Pure-Blood, 2nd Year)

[supervalcsi]

Hello

I’m you’re Secret Santa and I just have a few questions.

What is your favourite Band of Brothers episode?

What is your favourite/ or several of your favourite songs?

What is your favourite Band of Brothers quote?

Thank you in advance 😊💓

Hi my dear Secret Santa!!!

Thank you for reaching out!

My absolute favourite episode is The Breaking Point, but close seconds are Currahee, The Last Patrol and Bastogne.

My favourite songs are forever changing, but this the current playlist I usually listen to the most: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6KDX80E5KZM2kzliTMPKC6?si=b3bc85c1d6aa4509

Again I have quite a few answers for this too: "We're not lost, Private... we're in Normandy." and “Captain Sobel, we salute the rank, not the man” and "I don’t know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you." and "We're paratroopers, Lieutenant. We're supposed to be surrounded" and so many more, but these one-liners are my faves.

I can't wait what you will come up with! I am sure I will love it so much! 💚

[georgemcginn]

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