Once more unto the breach dear friends. Once more!


idk it was on my external hard drive just hanging around


idk it was on my external hard drive just hanging around

Come on, look at my eyes. I’m dying, Sledge.

Oh, here it comes. I’m Italian, you’re Italian. Hey, we’re both probably related to Joe DiMaggio. You know, I know where we can get the best lasagna in the city.

Crazy fools, the Irish.

make me choose — joe liebgott or david webster?
for queerkerouac and anonymous


"The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function.
Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse.
All war depends on it.”

for he today that sheds his blood with me
shall be my brother

You can’t dwell on it. You can’t dwell on any of it. 

MAKE ME CHOOSE - Bob Leckie or Dick Winters (asked by snafusheltons)
You’re punishing me on the suspicion I may have taken something, the very existence of which you denied, something that, if it did exist, would rightfully belong to me anyway?


The Night of the Bayonet

The night was filled with dark and cold, when Sgt. Talbert, the story’s told…

- I don’t like this

…Pulled on his poncho and headed out, to check the lines, dressed as a Kraut…

- Why is everyone in such a hurry to get back, huh?

- We don’t need you anymore, Tab.

…Upon a trooper our hero came, fast asleep, he called his name…

- Oh God…

…Smith, oh, Smith! Get up! It’s time to take your turn out on the line

But Smith, so very weary, cracked an eye, all red and bleary

Grabbed his rifle, he did not tarry, hearing Floyd, but seeing Jerry…

- Oh my God!

- Way to go, Smithy!

…”It’s me” cried Tab, “Don’t do it!” and yet Smith charged tout suite with bayonet, he lunged, he thrust, high and low…

- Oh, come on!

…And skewered the boy from Kokomo.