#Artillerie de marine

[mads-nixon]

See the Good

Eugene Sledge x Medic!Reader

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A/N: Merry Christmas @iceman-kazansky!! I literally squealed when I saw I got you as my giftee! I loved your prompts, and I hope you like what I did with them!! I'm going to post one gift per day so that they'll be a little spaced out! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of k company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Prompt: “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: When Gene can only see himself as the terrible things he's done in the war, (y/n) is right there to remind him who he really is.

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies (non-graphic)

OKINAWA, JAPAN: MAY, 1945:

The ground beneath their boots trembled, and the deafening whistles of mortars filled the air as (y/n) and the rest of K Company ran for cover. They sunk into the muddy sludge below them, turning each step into a battle against the sucking earth. Gripping her corpsman pack with white knuckles, (y/n) followed Gene, not daring to stop in the barrage.

“They have us targeted!” Burgie yelled, hurdling over a giant boulder in his path. “Get to cover!”

Just as (y/n) ran past the remnants of a demolished shed, a sudden blast threw her violently to the ground, sending a cascade of mud in all directions. Her ears rang with disorientation as she blinked slowly, struggling to regain her senses. The ringing faded into a muffled whine and a face appeared in (y/n)‘s vision. Although the figure’s face was blurred, she knew it was Eugene. His mouth moved rapidly, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. Realizing this, he quickly grasped the front of her uniform and hoisted her to her feet, throwing an arm around her waist to keep her upright as they bolted for cover.

Reaching the rocks, (y/n)‘s hearing slowly faded back, and the sounds of booming artillery reached her ears.

Sledge pulled on her arm, helping her over the rugged terrain. “Come on. We’re almost there!”

Finally reaching the safety of cover, the company continued farther into the rocks to escape the barrage. Snafu was in front of them and on the verge of a panicked breakdown.

“This is bullshit!” he cried, plopping down on a rock. “If I ever find the FO that called that arty, I’ll shoot him!”

Gene maintained his hold on (y/n) as he led them toward a big rock, his frustration evident. “They’ll just do it again,” he huffed, gritting his teeth. “All because some asshole officer read a map wrong and nobody gives a shit about us!”

After he sat (y/n) on the boulder beside Snafu, Eugene took a deep breath and sank beside her. He turned to the dazed woman beside him, her once white corpsman armband a brown and muddy mess. “You alright?” he asked her, knowing even he himself wasn’t alright after what happened before the shelling.

The woman and her baby…

(Y/n) nodded slowly, her eyes rising from the ground to meet his. ”Yeah. Just got my bell rung. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Sledge persisted.

“Yes, Gene. I’m okay,” she murmured wearily, rubbing her eyes. “Really.”

Removing her helmet, she threaded her fingers through her (y/h/c) hair, wincing at the dried mud that pulled at the roots. Over their time on the dreadful island, they all discovered that the jungle was just as much an enemy as the Japs.

Snafu stared wide-eyed at the ground below him, hands on his head as his chest heaved. His expression was the same one that each marine wore as they grappled with the massacre they’d just witnessed.

What country uses its own civilians as shields for a surprise attack?

As a corpsman, (y/n) had seen more death than the average marine, and after the fierce fighting on the islands of Peleliu and Pavuvu, she was struggling to remain afloat in the vast ocean of numbness that threatened to drown her. The only thing keeping her above water were her boys, the men of K Company: Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, and De L’eau, although Jay had been transferred to intelligence. They’d lost so many good men, and it made her even more thankful for the guys who had always been there for her.

“Corpsman up front!”

The call snapped (y/n) from her thoughts, and she quickly rose, momentarily losing her balance until a strong hand grasped her upper arm, holding her steady. She felt the warmth of his hand through her thin ODs as he held her in place, accompanied by a blush creeping up her neck.

“(Y/n)-” Gene started.

Shrugging him off gently, she turned toward the call. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Be careful,” he whispered after her, watching her form disappear into a sea of olive-green uniforms. With another deep breath, Sledge sat back down, trying to calm his still-racing heart. She had been right behind him…until she wasn’t. Panic had gripped him when he saw her motionless figure in the mud as the artillery rained down around them. When she opened her eyes, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

Rain drenched the marines through the night as they held their position looking up to the ridge. Around 2000HRS the next day, (y/n) trudged back to her squad, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Dried blood clung to her cracked hands, refusing to wash away, no matter how many times she’d scrubbed them raw. The casualties were unending like the rain that constantly poured on them. Luckily, the downpour had come to a stop in the early morning.

She’d been at the BAS since the previous afternoon treating and evacuating wounded marines from the already bloody battle. Continued artillery and fire throughout the day brought a steady stream of bleeding men through the tent’s entrance. One of these men had been Bill Leyden. He wasn’t in good shape, and when (y/n) saw the damage on her friend’s body, the air rushed from her lungs. After pushing away the panic, she quickly helped other corpsmen stabilize him, before sending him off to a hospital ship. As she watched him go, her heart sank at the realization the company had lost another man…another friend.

“Hey Doc,” Snafu called out gently as she approached.

She looked up from her feet at the man with a tired smile. “Hey, Snaf,” she whispered. “You seen Gene?”

Motioning over his shoulder, Snafu replied, “He’s right over there. But, Bill…“

“Yeah,” she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We got him stabilized. He should make a full recovery. Lost a few fingers, though.”

In a trance-like state, Snafu nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. It was something they all did. A way to escape the horrors they lived through. With a gentle squeeze of his shoulder, (y/n) moved to find Sledge, but the Cajun’s voice stopped her.

“Eugene. He got a letter…his dog died.”

She turned to face him with raised brows. “Deacon?”

“I guess,” the man nodded. “I think he’s bothered more than he’s letting on. You know how Eugene is.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him.”

She found him staring into space ahead of him as he sat up against one of the island’s many rocks. Before she approached, (y/n) simply watched the man before her. She could see his growing stubble and the mud that splattered his cheeks, but what worried her was the blank expression on his face. She longed to see the lopsided smile that used to hang from his lips. (Y/n) didn’t know how long it had been since she’d seen that smile…too long.

Pulling her satchel off her shoulder, she quietly approached him and slouched down beside him. They sat silently for a moment, the warmth of their touching shoulders spreading through them. Gene was the first to break the silence.

“Did you see Bill?” he asked quietly, his eyes still glued on the rocks in front of him.

(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.”

Gene leaned his head back against the ground with a thud, his eyes closed as a shuttering sigh escaped his lips. She sat up off the rock and turned toward him, gently taking his hand.

“I’m sorry about Deacon.”

The second her fingers intertwined with his, Sledge’s heartbeat accelerated, and the man felt heat spread through his body. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened his eyes. He looked down at their intertwined hands before meeting her concerned gaze.

In that moment, Eugene could have sworn she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter that she was coated in blood, mud, and sweat. She was there for him like nobody else had ever been in his whole life. Sure, he was close with his parents, but he felt they never completely understood him.

Who’d have thought that he’d have to travel almost eight thousand miles to find someone who could do so?

Eugene’s eyes flashed down to her lips, unable to control himself as their closeness made him suddenly bold. He always wondered what they’d taste like. How they’d feel against his. They were chapped, just like everyone else's, but that didn’t matter. The young man wanted a way to show her how much she meant to him. Sure, there had been moments where he told himself he was going to kiss her, but the moment ended before he had the opportunity. Something in the moment felt wrong, though, and he decided to wait once more.

“Thank you,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he tried to regain his composure and keep the memories of his beloved dog at bay. “He was a good dog.”

“How old was he? 10? 11?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “10.”

The woman’s eyes searched his face, trying to get a read of what he needed from her. She saw pain in his hazel eyes. Pain from the loss of Bill. Pain from the loss of Deacon. Pain caused by the war.

She decided he needed some hope. Some laughter.

“Did I tell you about the time Snaf and I almost got caught stealing from an Army captain?”

Later that day, Gene and the rest of his squad sat among the rocks, each lost in their mind. (Y/n) was beside him, writing in her journal, and they were doing the same…all except Peck, who was attempting to dig a foxhole in the soaked ground. Since the day they arrived on the wretched island, Sledge kept up with how many days they spent there with tallies in the back of his Bible. With the days running together, they rarely knew what day it was or how long they’d been there.

“What’s the date?” Burgie asked, putting down his small journal.

The group turned to Gene, who took a deep breath. “June 5th, maybe. Might be the 6th.” He turned to (y/n). “(Y/n/n), which one you got?”

“I have no idea,” she sighed. “I gave up keeping track a while ago.”

Peck decided to chime in as he dug. “We’re never getting off this island.”

Everyone was thinking it, but he was the one person who dared to speak it aloud.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, glancing over at Gene with an annoyed expression. If looks could kill, Peck would be six feet deep from the redhead’s glare. His jaw clenched tightly, and his chest began to heave as he stared at the replacement.

Sensing his rising anger, (y/n) reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to meet hers, and her (y/e/c) irises seemed to whisper, ”He’s not worth it,” and, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Gene took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Beating the crap out of Peck wouldn’t bring Bill back, and letting anger consume you was a dangerous game. Every time he was tempted to let it in, (y/n) was right there, a soft presence telling him that hate was not the answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted daily. Sledge had seen what men could do to each other. He had seen what the Japs did to his friends.

Looking away from Gene, she was met with a strange stare from Snafu, who was smoking a cigarette and sitting on their makeshift toilet. His gaze was questioning, but not criticizing. When the man’s eyes drifted down to her hand, her stomach dropped, and she felt like she was caught red-handed. (Y/n) quickly removed her hand from Gene’s leg and shot to her feet.

“I’m gonna go-uh-do some rounds,” she announced, not daring to look at Gene or Snafu.

A few seconds later, she went treading through the sludge, her corpsman satchel pressed tightly to her side. The men all watched in confusion as she left, unsure what had made her so jumpy all of a sudden.

“She alright?” Hamm asked once she’d disappeared from view.

Burgie, always an observer, glanced over at Sledge to watch his reaction. He looked somewhat like a kicked puppy. Wrapping up his Bible, Gene began to tuck it into his pocket without a word.

“Don’t worry about (y/n), Hamm,” Burgie replied with a nod.

Hamm raised an eyebrow at his sergeant. “But did you see her-”

“She’s fine,” Snafu interrupted, pulling up his pants and rejoining the group. “Besides, she’s already got someone to worry about her.”

At the statement, Eugene froze, a cold chill running through him despite the heat. A million thoughts ran rampant in his mind.

Is there someone else in her life?

Does he know something I don’t?

Does he know how I feel?

Groaning, Burgie smacked the Cajun’s shoulder. “Shut up, Snaf. Don’t go starting crap.”

The sergeant first noticed the bond between Sledge and (y/n) back in training, but especially when the company landed on Peleliu. They always stuck by one another when they could, and she seemed to help calm the Marine amid his anxiety. As time went on and their relationship changed, Romus knew they had feelings for one another, even if they didn’t admit it. He’d never spoken about it to anyone, fearing it could become a rumor that would possibly get the pair in trouble if they ever acted on their feelings. Hearing Snafu insinuate something between them sent a pang of panic through him.

“We all worry about (y/n),” he continued. “But she’s a great corpsman. She can hold her own.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eugene rose to his feet and went to take a leak. He did have to relieve himself, but he also wanted to get away from the conversation. If Snafu knew about how he felt, the man would never stop tormenting him. Even if it was in a joking way, Gene didn’t want to be the subject of Shelton’s teasing.

Just as he made it to a somewhat secluded spot, he heard Mac’s voice ring out from above him.

“I need a stovepipe boy up top!” he yelled, coming down from the ridge.

Gene slightly ducked his head behind a rock, hoping the lieutenant would miss him. To his dismay, Mac caught his movement in the corner of his eye.

“Sledge, that’s you. Bring some comm wire.”

Sighing when his superior disappeared over the ridge, he muttered, “Yes, sir,” and went to follow his orders.

The stench of excrement and death permeated the air as (y/n) walked through their temporary camp checking on the men. Her eyes watered from the smell, and it took all her willpower not to gag. Even though she’d built a great tolerance to gruesome sights and smells over her time as a corpsman, sometimes it all got to her.

Snafu’s stare replayed in her mind, and she hoped that she didn’t accidentally give herself away to the group. Worry buzzed in her stomach like the disgusting flies that seemed to be ever-present among the mud and filth of Okinawa. (Y/n) tried to busy her mind with the long list of men to check on, but she couldn’t focus more than a few moments before getting lost in her head again.

Spotting a man on her list, she called out to him.

“Hey, James,” she greeted, approaching his muddy foxhole. “How’s the ankle?”

He groaned and shook his head. “As good as it’s gonna be, Doc.”

In the barrage the day prior, the private slipped and rolled his ankle in the mud trying to get to cover. He insisted he was fine, but some of his squadmates sent (y/n) to check on him. Henry James was a stubborn young man who wasn’t even old enough to drink, yet he was on a foreign island in Southeast Asia fighting for his country…fighting to survive. She crouched beside his hole, inspecting the ankle that was elevated above the entrance.

“Were you able to stay off it much?” (y/n) asked, gently prodding the bruised skin.

“A buddy of mine took my OP shift so I didn’t have to walk around on it. It’s more stiff than anything.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “That’s how ankles are. They’re tough-”

Her voice came to a stop as yelling filled the air. It wasn’t cheers of victory or anything of that nature. They were cries of attack…of desperation…of death. The second the sound registered in her mind, she was darting toward the ridge, hoping to get there before the shooting started in case someone got hit. The rapid beating of her heart filled her ears as she ran through the mud and past battle-weary marines. A few of them called out to her, but she didn’t hear them.

The first ping of an M-1 being fired echoed through the air as she made it to the base of the rocky ridge. Cursing under her breath, she quickly began her ascent. Finding the most solid footing, she climbed the hill, using the jagged rocks as handholds. Gunfire filled the air, silencing the screams of the enemy. (Y/n) was out of breath when she made it to the top, but she didn’t stop. Most of the fire had stopped, but a few shots still rang out.

At the moment the corpsman reached the other marines at the top of the ridge, her heart sank at the sight of Eugene unholstering his revolver and aiming at a wounded Jap.

“Cease fire!” Mac cried from the other side of the ridge. “Cease fire!”

Gene didn’t care.

“Damn, Sledge. Leave him,” Hamm muttered to the redhead.

Whipping around to face him, Eugene scowled. “What for? He’s a Jap, ain’t he?”

(Y/n) watched in horror as Gene opened fire on the man already wallowing in the mud. He missed the first two shots, but the third hit its mark, hitting the Jap just above his hip. The soldier sunk into the mud face down, his writhing coming to an end.

“Cease fire!” The Lieutenant repeated as he neared them. “Cease fire, damn it!”

Satisfied with his work, Sledge grabbed his rifle from beside Hamm and turned to descend the ridge. When he noticed (y/n) a few yards away, he froze for a moment, his eyes resembling a dark storm cloud that could start down pouring any second. Guilt seemed to cloud his usual hazel eyes, and he looked away, unable to stay steady beneath her gaze after what he’d just done. He then continued down the ridge.

Mac was quick to confront him, gripping his carbine in one hand with white knuckles.

“I told you to cease fire. What are you doing?”

The private spun to face Mac with gritted teeth.“Killing Japs,” he seethed, turning to go down the hill again.

Before he could get far, the lieutenant spoke again. “You just gave away our position!”

“I think they’ve got a pretty good idea of where we are,” Gene chuckled bitterly.

Mac pointed toward the dead Japs. “I told you to cease fire. You’re supposed to be observing, and then I see you with a damn sidearm!

“We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we?” Sledge screamed, climbing back up to be nose-to-nose with his lieutenant. “So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use?”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but flinch at Gene’s sudden outburst. She’d never seen him like this before, and she wondered what made him finally break. What was the straw that broke the camel’s back? What had happened in the five minutes she was gone?

A tear streaked down her cheek seeing the man she cared about more than anything giving in to the war. Seeing a man be reduced to a shell of who he once was was always heartbreaking, and (y/n) didn’t realize just how much until she witnessed him finally crack.

“I’d use my damn hands if I had to,” he whispered to a frozen Mac, who clenched his jaw and slowly walked past him. (Y/n) was quick to try and follow Gene once he stormed down the hill, but a gentle hand on her shoulder held her back.

It was Burgin, his face scrunched with concern. “Let ‘em cool off, (y/n/n).”

“Romus, he-”

“I know what he means to you,” he interrupted in a whisper as he glanced around them for any eavesdroppers. “But trust me. You need to leave him be for a little bit. Let him think.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly. “Please don’t tell anyone, Burgie. I could be-”

“Your secret’s safe with me…He needs you, (y/l/n), but give him a few hours.”

Releasing a shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the ground. “He was fine when I left. What happened?”

“I don’t know. But we did hear him hollering about something right before he went up top.”

“Thanks for everything, Burg,” she sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and the guys.”

A sheepish smile grew on his face, and he chuckled under his breath. “You’d be a lot more ladylike, that’s for sure. The other day, I’m pretty sure I saw you smoking Sledge’s pipe.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, rubbing a hand down her dirty face. “A lot of women actually smoke, ya know?”

The rest of the afternoon did not go according to (y/n)‘s plan, and she was unable to check on Gene after he cooled down. Within an hour of his outburst, she was called back to the field hospital to assist in an all-hands-on-deck emergency following a Jap ambush. The corpsman was up to her elbows in blood, bowels, and every other bodily fluid from vomit to urine. It was a hard night, and it got even worse when a terrible rainstorm moved in, trapping her from returning to her company due to poor visibility.

(Y/n) spent the night, and most of the next day, helping around the hospital. She dressed wounds, administered pain meds, and helped transport men to the hospital ships on a Jeep. A radio call was received that told of the 1st Marine’s plans to take the ridge, and (y/n) knew she needed to be there.

She caught a ride to the ridge just in time for the assault. The men were checking their weapons and quietly conversing with each other as she walked through the various companies. When she reached her squad, however, silence filled the air. They all had thousand-yard stares, and the group was missing two guys who had been there the day before. Her pace slowed as she approached them.

“Hey, guys,” (y/n) said softly, her eyes flicking from man to man. When none of them acknowledged her, she knew something bad had happened. “Where’s Hamm and Peck?”

Silence.

She took a deep breath, trying not to imagine the worst. “Please, guys, whe-”

“Gone,” Gene interrupted harshly, his gaze snapping to hers. “Hamm's dead and Peck’s gone. He cracked.”

(Y/n) felt the all-too-familiar punch of grief knock the air from her lungs. Eugene’s hazel eyes were dark and stormy, even more so than the previous day. She swallowed thickly, attempting to push down the emotion that clogged her throat.

“What happened?” she asked shakily, her eyes never leaving Gene’s.

Before he could respond, Snafu spoke. “Doesn’t matter. They’re gone.”

“Shelton’s right,” Burgin added. “It’s hard, but we’ve got other things to focus on.”

(Y/n) nodded once and dropped her gaze to the group, blinking away the tears that burned her eyes. Two more of their group were gone. Sure, Peck wasn’t her favorite person by any means, but he was still part of their company….on their side. And Hamm…he was a kid. A kid who deserved better than to die in the mud on some foreign island.

They all deserved better.

“Let’s move out!” Mac announced, waving for them to follow.

Each man followed suit, but Eugene hung back to wait on (y/n). Seeing her tear-filled eyes, he instantly regretted opening his mouth. The anger within him seemed to dissipate momentarily as he joined her side.

“Remember, you’ve got a bullseye on your arm,” he murmured, gesturing to the red and white medic brassard on her arm. “Please be careful.”

“I will.” (Y/n) lifted her helmet to look up at him through her lashes. “You take care of yourself, too, alright?”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, admiring her features. His eyes trailed from her eyes down to her nose, and then to her lips before flicking back to her (y/e/c) eyes. They stayed locked in each other’s gaze for a few moments, their eyes seeming to have a silent conversation communicating everything that was left unsaid. Gene slowly reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. The racing of (y/n)‘s heart wasn’t from the artillery that had begun hammering the ridge, but Eugene’s warm caress against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch.

They both wished the moment could last forever.

Another yell from Mac shattered the moment, leaving (y/n) missing the tenderness of his hand in its absence.

“I’ll find you after,” he said, turning around and backpedaling to catch up with his squad. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

The corner of her lips quirked into a smirk. “I’ll leave that to you.”

Once the battle had died down and all the remaining Japanese were either killed or taken prisoner, (y/n) went searching for Gene. When the bullets began to fly, she couldn’t get the boy from Mobile off her mind, and anxiety churned in her stomach as she looked for him. The stench of gasoline, blood, and burnt flesh filled the air along her ascent to the ridge. Bodies of both marines and the enemy lined the narrow path up the hill, and her eyes scanned each one, praying that none of them were the men she’d come to love dearly.

“Burgie, you seen Sledgehammer? He was just over here.”

Hearing the familiar Cajun accent, she spun toward the voice and sighed in relief when she saw Snafu atop an old bunker, his legs swinging as he sat on the edge with a cigarette hanging from his lip. Romus was talking to another sergeant a few feet away, his rifle swung around his shoulder.

“There you are!” (Y/n) called out, reaching up and slapping Snafu’s foot. It was all she could reach from his elevated position on the concrete bunker. “You alright?”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow, blowing a puff of smoke into the humid air. “Not a scratch on me,” he mused. “I don’t know where Eugene is, but don’t worry, I just saw him. He’s okay, too.”

With this news, a wave of calm washed over her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding since they parted. “Thanks, Snaf. I’ll find him.”

“Have fun,” he laughed, waving his cigarette around in front of him. “And do me a favor and fuc-”

This caught Burgie's attention. “Hey!” He interrupted, scolding Snafu like he was a parent whose child was acting up in public. “Cut it out.”

Busting out laughing, Snafu winked at (y/n), who could feel the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks at his intended comment. She raised a hand and flipped him off with a grin before continuing her search for Gene.

It took her a few minutes of wandering to spot his familiar frame among the sea of dirty green uniforms, but when she did, a huge smile painted her face. (Y/n) almost called out to him, but something stopped her.

He was sitting alone on the busted remains of a bunker with his helmeted head in his hands, his weapon lying idle in the dirt beside him. She continued toward him slowly, observing the gentle shake of his shoulders that told her he was crying.

“Hey, Gene,” (y/n) murmured with a softness that matched the gravity of the moment, lowering herself onto the earth beside him. He reacted quickly, averting his gaze and hiding his face as he wiped the tears from his dirt-covered cheeks.

Reaching over, she softly turned his face toward her. After a moment of resistance, he gave in to her gentle touch. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met hers. (Y/n)‘s fingertips traced the dirt-streaked paths on his cheeks, her touch a soothing escape from the horror they lived in.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, ducking to meet his eyes. “I’m here.”

Gene’s lip began to quiver, and a stifled sob escaped him as he covered his face with trembling hands. “I’m a monster, (y/n). The things I’ve done…” he strained, moving away from her comforting touch.

(Y/n) watched the play of emotions on his face as he stood up abruptly, throwing an arm out to point to a bombed-out building. The skeletal remains of what once was a home loomed in the smoky haze. “There was a family in there. Now a baby with grow up without a family! I called in the mortars up there! I did that! I’m a monster!”

“No,” she shot up, her voice cutting him off. “You are not a monster, Eugene Sledge. We are at war. We’ve all done terrible things here, but it does not make you a monster. The fact that you’re feeling like you are proves you’re not. It means you’re human, Gene.”

Another tear streaked down his cheek as he clenched his teeth. “After Bill and everyone we’ve lost, I wanted to get them back. I wanted to. You saw me yesterday!”

“Eugene! Look at me!” she ordered, cupping his cheeks as she implored his attention. His gaze wandered everywhere but her face until she spoke again, her tone much softer this time. “Hon, please look at me.”

Tear-filled hazel eyes met hers, and she tugged him a little closer, they’re faces only inches apart. “We all want to get them back. You are not a monster.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he croaked, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “What if this is who I am now?”

“I know exactly who you are. You are Eugene Bondurant Sledge. You’re still that same boy from Mobile, Alabama who loved his dog more than anything, the same one who loved to fish with his father, and the very same one who I fell in love with before we even stepped foot on foreign soil.”

A sob escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by her words. “There’s no way you can love me like this. You deserve someone else who-”

“I don’t love anyone else, Gene!” she urged, tears stinging her eyes. “I love you, and I’ll say it over and over, every single day, for as long as it takes to make you believe me.”

Shaking his head, he tried to break free from her touch, but she held on. “I’m not a good man.”

“You are good, Eugene. You are a good man. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, but it’s how we respond to them that makes us who we are. This right here? It proves you’re a good man.”

Her words seemed to break through in his mind, and he froze for a moment. Pulling off his helmet, he moved (y/n)‘s hands from his face and cupped her cheeks, his red eyes still glossy. “I love you,” he murmured, voice wavering. “And I will spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of you if you’ll let me.”

The tears (y/n) had been holding back filled her eyes, a few of them trickling from her waterline. She nodded in his gentle hold. “You already are.”

He wiped a few tears away softly, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. “You’re too good for this world, darlin’,” Gene cooed. “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

With utmost care, Gene reached up and removed (y/n)‘s helmet, her tousled (y/h/c) spilling out. The fading sun added a soft glow to their faces, emphasizing the exhaustion etched in their features. As he delicately held the helmet aside, Eugene’s eyes met (y/n)‘s, a silent understanding passing between them. He closed the gap, his breath mixing with hers as his eyes lingered on her face, taking in every detail-the mud smudges, the fatigue-as if memorizing each nuance.

With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a tender blend of longing and comfort, a quiet promise to stay by the other’s side. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist. Time slowed as they embraced, finding solace in the simple act of being together at last. The sounds of war faded into the background, replaced by the gentle symphony of two hearts seeking refuge in the warmth of each other’s touch.

#hbowarsanta23 #i hope you liked it!! #hbo war #the pacific #hbowar #the pacific x reader #the pacific imagines #the pacific imagine #eugene sledge #eugene sledgehammer sledge #eugene sledge x reader #eugene sledge x medic!reader #gene sledge #sledgehammer #eugene sledge imagines #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #ww2

[sharkboyandlavalieb]

okay but are we gonna talk about that scene in the pacific where leckie goes back to find a radio and corpsman in peleliu airfield and not only is he stumbling through artillery fire and bombs but then a sHOE!!!! what marine was walking around barefoot??? jay de l'eau i bet it was you

#the pacific #hbowar #pls hint the sarcasm #but srsly all those feet laying on the field...just shoeless #robert leckie #jay de l'eau #sharkboytext #the pacific hbo

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Bien qu'elle entraîne tant de souffrances et de pertes, la guerre est une activité rentable pour certains, comme les fabricants d'armes, leurs actionnaires et les banques qui prêtent de l'argent pour ces achats.

Le classement des plus grandes entreprises de l'industrie de la guerre, en fonction de leur chiffre d'affaires 2022. L'Amérique possède les plus grandes (tous les podiums) et les plus nombreuses (12 des 25 premières), rivalisant seulement avec la Chine (4), et loin derrière en volume, la France (4).

1. Lockheed Martin $63bn (fabricant du F35, des avions Hercules. Emploie 115 000 personnes, engloutit parfois 10 % du budget d'achat du Pentagone).

2. RTX (Raytheon) 39 milliards de dollars (missiles guidés Patriot, drones, systèmes d'interception de missiles, 182 000 employés). Au moins 20 membres du Congrès américain possèdent des actions dans ces deux entreprises, ce qui leur confère des intérêts directs lorsqu'ils votent sur les dépenses budgétaires.

3. Northrop Grumman 32 milliards de dollars (bombardiers, missiles intercontinentaux, 95 000 employés)

4. China Aviation Industry Company 31 milliards de dollars (500 000 employés dans de nombreuses sociétés subordonnées. 63 % des revenus proviennent de la production civile)

5. Boeing 30 milliards de dollars (156 000 employés, 44 % des recettes proviennent des ventes civiles, en plus de la production de bombardiers, de missiles, d'avions de chasse et d'avions de ravitaillement. A reçu de nombreuses aides de l'État, directement ou par le biais d'achats d'obligations par la banque centrale).

6. General Dynamics 30 milliards de dollars (106 000 employés, avions de chasse F16, missiles Tomahawk, chars Abrams et Leopard en collaboration avec l'Allemagne).

7. BAE Systems 25 milliards de dollars (Royaume-Uni, 93 000 employés, 10% détenus par Blackrock, chars Bradley, Challengers, chasseurs et sous-marins, collaboration avec de nombreuses entreprises précédemment citées et Airbus, coproduction de l'avion Concorde).

8. Norinco - North China Industrial Group 18 milliards de dollars (78 % de la production civile, 276 000 employés, armes, missiles, canons, drones, radars).

9. L3Harris Technologies (États-Unis) 14 milliards de dollars (46 000 employés, missiles hypersoniques, simulateurs de vol, systèmes de communication)

10. South China Industrial Group 13,5 milliards de dollars (78 % de production civile, 172 000 employés, munitions, fusils, artillerie)

11. Leonardo (Italie) 13 milliards de dollars (50 000 employés, avions de combat Typhoon en collaboration avec BAE et Airbus, satellites, hélicoptères, systèmes de ciblage)

12. Airbus EADS 12 milliards de dollars (France et autres pays de l'UE tels que les Pays-Bas et l'Allemagne. 80 % des revenus de l'aviation civile, 126 000 employés, participation dans Eurocopter, Eurofighter, gros porteurs A310)

13. HII Huntington Ingalls Industries (États-Unis) 10 milliards de dollars, construction navale, porte-avions, sous-marins d'attaque, frégates, 43 000 employés)

14. Thales (France) 9,6 milliards de dollars (48 % des recettes civiles, 76 000 employés, missiles, drones)

15. China Aerospace Technology Company 9,6 milliards de dollars (79 % des recettes civiles)

16. Leidos (États-Unis) 9,5 milliards de dollars (45 000 employés, 24 % de la production civile, aviation, informatique et équipement médical)

17. Amentum (États-Unis) 6 milliards de dollars

18. Booz Allen Hamilton (USA) 5,9 milliards de dollars

19. Rheinmetall (Allemagne) 5,1 milliards de dollars (25 000 employés, véhicules militaires)

20. Dassault Aviation (France) 5 milliards de dollars

21. Elbit Systems (Israël) 5 milliards de dollars (18 000 employés, drones, équipements de guerre électronique, contrat de modernisation des MiG et des IAR 300 pour la Roumanie, participation à la guerre de Gaza)

22. Rolls Royce (Royaume-Uni) 4,9 milliards de dollars (69 % de sources civiles, moteurs d'avion)

#fabricants d'armes #guerre #war

[albad]

🐓 LA FRANCE : DEUXIÈME PLUS GROS VENDEUR D'ARMES MONDIAL

- Bombarder plus pour gagner plus -

C'est à la fois un record et une honte mondiale. La France est désormais le deuxième plus gros exportateur d'armes du monde.

Notre pays est sur le podium des marchands de mort depuis des années, à la troisième place, entre la Russie et la Grande Bretagne. En 2022, profitant de la montée des tensions militaires mondiales, la France passe deuxième dans le business de la guerre.

Avec 27 milliards d’euros de ventes, c'est un record absolu. Ce montant pharaonique est dû, notamment, à la vente de 80 avions de guerre à la monarchie religieuse des Émirats Arabes Unis. Ce pays du golfe est l’un des premiers producteurs de pétrole au monde. Son dirigeant, Mohammed Ben Zayed Al-Nahyane, enferme les journalistes indépendants et a transformé l’État en Régime policier, avec une cybersurveillance généralisée et un quadrillage des villes par les caméras. Il était invité l'été dernier à l’Élysée par Macron, qui lui proposait d'importer du diesel ainsi qu'une loi pour relancer le charbon. On imagine qu'en échange, la vente de quelques Rafales a été négociée.

27 milliards d'euros de ventes d'armes sur un an, c'est 60% de plus que le précédent record, 16,9 milliards d’euros en 2015. Ce chiffre est aussi plus de deux fois supérieur à celui de 2021 qui était de 11,7 milliards d’euros.

Les exportations d’armes par la France avaient déjà bondi en 2018. Les principaux pays destinataires cette année-là : le Qatar, la Belgique et l’Arabie saoudite. La France vend aussi des armes au Yemen, où le régime massacre la population civile, causant l'une des plus grandes crises humanitaires de la planète.

L’Hexagone a toujours figuré depuis les années 1950 parmi les cinq premiers vendeurs mondiaux d’armes. Les ministres des armées sont devenus les VRP des grands marchants d’armes. Ils sillonnent le monde en avion pour aller vanter les mérites des bombes françaises, et se montrent dans les médias lorsqu’ils reviennent d’une dictature quelconque avec de gros chèques entre les mains.

Sébastien Lecornu se félicite d'ailleurs des ventes «de missiles, frégates, sous-marins, artillerie, hélicoptères, radars, satellites d’observation»… Pour le plus grand bénéfice des industriels de l'armement : Dassault, Thalès EADS ou jadis Lagardère. Qui pour certains investissent leurs profits en achetant des médias.

Cette orgie de ventes d'armes a lieu dans un contexte de montée en guerre, d'impérialisme agressif et de militarisation. Mardi 27 juin, Macron annonçait la construction d’un nouvel hôpital militaire à Marseille pour «préparer la France à une éventuelle guerre de haute intensité [...] pour pouvoir accueillir plus de militaires qui seraient touchés par des blessures très graves». Une inquiétante façon de préparer les esprits. En janvier, le gouvernement débloquait 413 milliards d’euros pour l’armée. En parallèle, le Service National Universel, un grand programme coûtant des milliards d’euros, est lancé pour embrigader les lycéen-nes dans l’idéologie militariste et nationaliste dès le plus jeune âge. Toujours plus d'argent pour la guerre, toujours moins pour les besoins vitaux de la population.

Les pauvres n’ont rien à gagner dans les conflits militaires des puissants et tout à attendre d’une paix mondiale entre les peuples, de l’abolition des États et des inégalités sociales.

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Source : https://www.challenges.fr/entreprise/defense/27-milliards-d-euros-la-france-devient-numero-deux-mondial-des-ventes-d-armes_862869

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[intheshadowofwar]

25 June 2023

Consigned to the Deep

Gallipoli 25 June 2023

The battleships that made up Admiral John de Robeck’s fleet on the 18th of March 1915 weren’t really the apex of the British and French navies. Apart from the ultra-modern Queen Elizabeth, a ‘super-dreadnought’ with fifteen inch guns, and the battlecruiser Inflexible, the fleet was a bit like entering a fleet of VW Beetles into a V8 Supercars race at Bathurst. These old battlewagons - ‘pre-dreadnoughts,’ as they predated the revolutionary HMS Dreadnought which was faster, hardier and better armed then all that came before her - were elderly, almost geriatric in naval terms. The French Bouvet dated back to 1893.

Nevertheless, even old battleships can make a considerable impression when one has eighteen of them, and on that March day, de Robeck hoped to utilise his apparently superior firepower to blast the Turkish forts covering the ‘Narrows,’ while civilian ships swept the mines blocking his path. Once through the Dardanelles, he would be into the Sea of Mamara, with only the German-crewed battlecruiser Yavuz, formerly Goeben, between his fleet and the Bosphorous. They would place Constantinople under the guns and force the surrender of the Ottoman Empire.

It is this day that the Turkish people commemorate - not the 25th of April. Here, the Ottoman defenders in the forts and on the howitzers covering the Narrows stared down the might of the most powerful navies in the world and held them off. Precious battleships were badly damaged, as was Inflexible. Bouvet hit a mine and was lost with all but seventy-five of her crew. HMS Ocean, moving to assist, was struck by shellfire and further mines and had to be abandoned, as was HMS Irrestable. Far from an easy victory, the Naval Battle of the Dardanelles had become an expensive setback.

In truth, the British were breaking a key rule of naval warfare, one set down by Lord Nelson himself - ‘a ship’s a fool to fight a fort.’ You do not send your ship to fight a gunnery duel with fortifications - that is what your marines are for. Like everything else about this squalid campaign, the effort of the 18th of March was doomed. This does not invalidate the bravery of the Turks, nor does it denigrate their performance, particularly in quickly moving artillery to protect it from naval gunfire. It’s simply another example of the almost criminally haphazard planning of the operation.

This was a very longwinded way to tell you that I crossed the Narrows today, isn’t it?

The town of Canakkale sits on the Asian side of the Dardanelles - the Gallipoli Peninsula is on the European side, on that little bit of Turkey that borders Greece and Bulgaria. (This was actually important during the war - the entry of Bulgaria into the war on Germany’s side in October 1915 was one of the last nails in the coffin of the Gallipoli campaign, and troops were now sent to join the even more idiotic campaign at Salonika in Greece.) To get there from Gallipoli, one has to cross via car ferry, which gives excellent views of the landscape around the Narrows. If you listen carefully as you look at the preserved forts, you can hear Nelson rolling in his grave.

We reached the Asian side of the Dardanelles around 9.30 and drove a little way out of town to the (alleged) site of Troy. (I say ‘alleged’ of course because we don’t really know if this is actually, or if Troy actually existed. My theory is that Homer conflated a number of towns and conflicts into ‘Troy’ and ‘the Trojan War.’ Or he might have just been wrong - Homers aren’t known for being smart.) My verdict on the site? Well, there’s bricks. There’s holes. There’s bricks in holes. There was definitely a city here once, but most of what we can say about it is educated guesswork. So I looked at these bricks, I said ‘yep,’ and then I went to the cafe and had an ice cream. That was my adventure in Troy - my Troy Story, if you will.

(I’ve always preferred Woodyseus to Oddyseus anyway.)

We returned to Cannakkale and were unleashed upon the town for a few hours, so naturally I found a naval museum. This is based around an old fort that dates from the reign of Mehmet the Conquerer - the fifteenth century sultan who captured Constantinople and destroyed the last remnant of the Eastern Roman Empire. The grounds now serve as a staging post for an eclectic mix of naval and land artillery, mines, torpedoes and even the skeleton of a First World War German U-Boat, recovered from the deep. There’s also a fibreglass replica of the minesweeper Nusret, but quite alarmingly I couldn’t find it. I sincerely hope the museum remembered to tie it up, or it might be halfway to Malta by now.

Inside the keep is a Turkish museum about the Gallipoli campaign. It isn’t terribly modest, and I noted a few errors (a diorama of W Beach seems to be mislabelled as V Beach), but it didn’t strike me as too odd to see a museum in which ‘we’ are the bad guys. If one changed the word ‘martyred’ for ‘sacrified,’ and the word ‘Turkish’ for ‘Anzac,’ this could be a wing in an Australian museum. There was also a little more music than a comparable museum in Australia - at least for now, the last thing we want to do is give the AWM ideas. (I remember the First World War gallery having this sad song playing over the exit for a while - it was meant to be evocative, but all it really evoked was the sensation of having your eardrums blasted out any time you dared to go near the 1918 section. It was the equivalent of having Brendan Nelson smash you over the head with a shovel while screaming at you to feel ‘proud but sad.’)

We headed back to Gallipoli at around 4pm. I rested for a while. Maddi did not, as she and our professor reconnitered Rhododendron Ridge to test it’s viability for a group walk. We had meant to do Walker’s Ridge, but erosion in that area has become so great that it barely exists anymore, and walking it in any numbers would have been impossible. Rhododendron, the path the New Zealanders walked to Chunuk Bair, was the alternative, and the scout party found it workable. Maddi’s reward was to go right back to Chunuk Bair, join the group, and do it all again.

Our professor, I must add, is about sixty-seven years old. He has the energy of someone a tenth of his age. This leads to the absurd image of a mild-mannered bespectacled man with grey hair leaping and bounding over the most precarious ground ahead of a whole group of exhausted, sweaty twenty-somethings who can’t navigate a small bump in the track without slowing to a crawl. He would be standing on the narrowest, wildest part of the trail, motioning us forward as if we were strolling the Strand, and I’d be fifty meters back contemplating calling for a surgeon to saw off both my legs.

The walk, arduous though it was, was absolutely stunning, with amazing views of Monash Valley, the Nek, and out towards both Anzac Cove and Suvla Bay. It’s littered with the detritus of the campaign - we found a button from an Australian soldier’s tunic and a rum bottle buried in the ground. Both of these we left. Our professor is of the opinion that the relics found at Gallipoli should stay where they were found. I’m personally conflicted. I think some of this should be preserved so that they don’t simply rust away, but I’m also aware that - as Bean himself said - the whole of Gallipoli is one massive grave, and perhaps taking them to a museum could be considered grave-robbing. I suppose it depends on your morals.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention our scout here - Lance-Corporal Nigel, who journeyed with us all the way from Chunuk Bair to the sea.

We ended at the Embankment Cemetary, returned to the bus, and headed back to base. My feet hurt and I think I’ll be picking brambles out of my socks for days (even accounting for my wearing of cargo pants), but I’m very glad I did the walk. I think ordeal is often a part of visiting battlefields - if they could fight here, the least we can do is shed a little sweat. But my body yearns for a soft bed, and I can no longer deny it, so we’ll leave this for tonight here.

#first world war #trojan war #troy #gallipoli #study tour #cannakkale

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts at 7pm...

I tag my books in Calibre with people and places and things I think will come up again and again across books. 

This can be a slow and agonizing process, but I find that I keep coming back to it over and over again, because I’ll read a book years later that mentions a battle on Hill 488 and think... fuck, what book was it that I read about that from someone else’s perspective?!!?!? 

Tags help with that. 

I don’t tag everything, or everyone... just stuff I have a feeling will come up over and over, and yet for a single book I’ll end up with this:

Averell Harriman, Bess Clements Abell, Camp David, Catoctin Mountains MD, CH-34 Choctaw, CH-46 Sea Knight, Chaplain, CIA, CIDG, From LAPL, General Herman Nickerson, General Samuel B. Griffith, General William Westmoreland, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, John F. Kennedy, Lady Bird Johnson, Martin Luther King Jr, Maryland, North Korea, Okinawa, Okinawa - Northern Training Area (NTA), Robert McNamara, Soviet FROG-3 Missile, SpecOps, US Capitol Building, USA 3rd Infantry Regiment, USAF Kadena Airbase, USAID John Paul Vann, USMC, USMC 12th Marines, USMC 1st Force Recon Co, USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Brisbane (Vietnam War), USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Circumstance (Vietnam War), USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Club Car (Vietnam War), USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Countersign (Vietnam War), USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Killer Kane (Vietnam War), USMC 1st Force Recon Co - Team Swift Scout (Vietnam War), USMC 1st MarDiv, USMC 1st Marine Air Wing, USMC 1st Marines, USMC 1st Marines - 1/1, USMC 1st Marines - 1/1 - F Co, USMC 1st Marines - 2/1, USMC 1st Marines - 2/1 - E Co, USMC 1st Recon Bn, USMC 1st Recon Bn - E Co, USMC 1st Tank Bn, USMC 26th Marines, USMC 26th Marines - 1/26, USMC 26th Marines - 1/26 - F Co, USMC 2LT Paul Young, USMC 3rd Marines, USMC 3rd Marines - 2/3, USMC 5th Marines, USMC 5th Marines - 2/5, USMC 5th Marines - 2/5 - F Co, USMC 7th Marines, USMC 7th Marines - 1/7, USMC 7th Marines - 2/7, USMC 7th Marines - 2/7 - G Co, USMC 9th Marine Amphibious Brigade, USMC Air Observers - Black Coats (Vietnam War), USMC Camp Hansen, USMC Camp Pendleton, USMC Camp Schwab, USMC Col. Andrew Finlayson, USMC Force Recon, USMC LtCol Alex Lee, USMC Marine Barracks Washington (8th and I), USMC Scout Dogs, USMC SgtMaj Maurice J. Jacques, USMC The Basic School, USMC Washington Barracks Guard Co., USN Corpsman, USN LCDR Ray Stubbe (Chaplain), USN USS Pueblo (AGER 2), USNA, VNM 1968 Tet Offensive (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM A Shau Valley, VNM A Vuong River, VNM An Bang, VNM An Hoa, VNM An Long, VNM An Son, VNM Antenna Valley, VNM Ap Ba, VNM Arizona Territory, VNM Ba Na Mountain, VNM Base Area 112, VNM Battle of Hue City (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Khe Sanh (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Camp Hansen, VNM Camp Reasoner, VNM Charlie Med, VNM CIA Phung Hoang / Phoenix Program (1965-1972) (Vietnam War), VNM Col de Ba Lien, VNM Command and Control North/FOB-1 (Vietnam War), VNM Da Nang, VNM Da Son, VNM Dam Cao Hai Bay, VNM Dong Nhut Mountain, VNM DRV NVA 2nd Division, VNM DRV NVA 320th Reconnaissance Regiment, VNM DRV NVA 368th Artillery (Rocket) Regiment, VNM DRV NVA 3rd Regiment, VNM DRV NVA 402nd Sapper Battalion, VNM Elephant Valley, VNM Freedom Hill PX, VNM Happy Valley, VNM Hiep Duc, VNM Hill 170, VNM Hill 199, VNM Hill 203, VNM Hill 224, VNM Hill 324, VNM Hill 327, VNM Hill 35, VNM Hill 372, VNM Hill 381, VNM Hill 387, VNM Hill 406, VNM Hill 417, VNM Hill 441, VNM Hill 452, VNM Hill 454, VNM Hill 478, VNM Hill 498, VNM Hill 502, VNM Hill 537, VNM Hill 575 (Tam Dieo Mountain), VNM Hill 582 (Kon Chay Mountain), VNM Hill 592, VNM Hill 594, VNM Hill 623, VNM Hill 678, VNM Hill 749, VNM Hill 800, VNM Hill 89, VNM Ho Chi Minh Trail, VNM Hoi An Thuong, VNM Hon Cau Mountain, VNM Hue, VNM Khe Dienne River, VNM Khe Gio tributary, VNM Khuong Dai, VNM Loc Tu, VNM LZ Finch, VNM MEDCAP, VNM Mortar Valley, VNM Nam O Bridge, VNM Ninh Dinh, VNM Ninh Khanh, VNM Ninh Long, VNM Nong Son Coal Mine, VNM Nui Ba Hoa, VNM Nui Chom, VNM Nui Nhu, VNM Nui Son Ga (Charlie Ridge), VNM Ong Thu Slope, VNM Operation Arizona (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Calhoun (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Claxon (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Knox (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Pecos (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Snoopy (People Sniffer) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Union I (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Union II (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Wheeler (1967) (Vietnam War), VNM Phouc Ly, VNM Phouc Tuong, VNM Phouc Tuong (Dogpatch), VNM Phu Bai, VNM Phu Gia Pass, VNM Phu Loc, VNM Quang Duc Duc, VNM Quang Nam Province, VNM Quang Tri Province, VNM Que Son Mountains, VNM Que Son Valley, VNM Route 1, VNM Route 545, VNM RVN RVNP CSDB PRU Provincial Reconnaissance Units (Vietnam War), VNM Saigon, VNM Song Cu De, VNM Song Ly Ly, VNM Song Thu Bon, VNM Song Tinh Yen, VNM Song Vu Gia, VNM Song Yang, VNM Tam Kho, VNM Tam Talou Tributary, VNM Thach Bich, VNM The Enchanted Forest, VNM The Garden of Eden, VNM Thua Thien Province, VNM Thuan Long, VNM Thuong Duc, VNM Ti Tau Mountain, VNM Trang Bang, VNM Trao Hamlet, VNM Tu Phu, VNM US MACVSOG (1964-1972) (Vietnam War), VNM US MACVSOG Road Runner Teams (Vietnam War), VNM USMC AHCB An Hoa Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM USMC Combined Action Platoon, VNM USMC KSCB Khe Sanh Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM Vietnam, VNM Vietnam War (1955-1975), VNM Yellow Brick Road, Washington D.C

Thankfully I can easily use calibre’s tag search function to grab what I need!

#thoughts

[sleepysera]

11.2.22 Headlines

WORLD NEWS

North Korea: South hits back as North Korea fires most missiles in a day (BBC)

“North and South Korea have fired a number of missiles into waters near each other's coasts in a marked escalation of hostilities. The North launched its most missiles in a single day - at least 23 - including one that landed less than 60km (37 miles) off the South's city of Sokcho. Seoul responded with warplanes firing three air-to-ground missiles over the disputed maritime demarcation line. Later Pyongyang fired six more missiles and a barrage of 100 artillery shells.”

Russia: Rejoins key deal on wartime Ukrainian grain exports (AP)

“Diplomatic efforts salvaged a wartime agreement that allowed Ukrainian grain and other commodities to reach world markets, with Russia saying Wednesday it would stick to the deal after Ukraine pledged not to use a designated Black Sea corridor to attack Russian forces.”

Australia: Five lions escape exhibit at Sydney zoo (BBC)

“Five lions have sparked a brief emergency at an Australian zoo after escaping from their enclosure. The animals - one adult and four cubs - were spotted outside their exhibit at Sydney's Taronga Zoo about 6:30 local time on Wednesday (22:30 GMT Tuesday). The zoo was put in lockdown and one cub had to be tranquillised but all lions were secured within minutes, a spokesman said. No-one was injured.”

US NEWS

Hurricane Ian: Man-made reefs ruined, algae bloom in Florida (AP)

“Hurricane Ian not only ravaged southwest Florida on land but was destructive underwater as well. It destroyed man-made reefs and brought along red tide, the harmful algae blooms that kill fish and birds, according to marine researchers who returned last week from a six-day cruise organized by the Florida Institute of Oceanography.”

Saudi Arabia: Saudis in US targeted as kingdom cracks down on dissent (AP)

“But after a fellow prince — a cousin — was imprisoned back home, Prince Abdullah discussed it with relatives in calls made from the U.S., according to Saudi officials, who somehow were listening. On a trip back to Saudi Arabia, Prince Abdullah was imprisoned because of those calls. An initial 20-year sentence was hiked to 30 years in August. Prince Abdullah’s case, detailed in Saudi court documents obtained by The Associated Press, hasn’t been previously reported. But it’s not isolated. Over the last five years, Saudi surveillance, intimidation and pursuit of Saudis on U.S. soil have intensified as the kingdom steps up repression under its de facto ruler, Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, according to the FBI, rights groups and two years of interviews with Saudis living abroad. Some of those Saudis said FBI agents advised them not to go home.”

Politics: Trump 2024 campaign prepares for post-midterms launch (AP)

“Aides to the former president are making quiet preparations for a 2024 presidential campaign that could be launched soon after next week’s midterm elections as Trump tries to capitalize on expected Republican wins to propel himself toward becoming the front-runner for his party’s nomination.”

#current events #news #north korea #south korea #russia #ukraine #australia #united states #hurricane ian #environment #global warming #climate change #climate crisis #saudi arabia #politics #trump

[whatdoesshedotothem]

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awaked 2 or 3 times during the night, so terribly bit by something – had slept between my 2 cloaks (my old maclean plaid and 8 years old green and black Paris merinos) – my artillery man, lance-corporal Colin Morrison, an Edinburgh man, was waiting for me – a fine looking soldier-like, civil man of apparently 24 or 25 – very fine morning – off at 6 – soon passed the little fortified gate (drawbridge and double trench) out of the town, leaving (left) the sandy inlet and the long bridge over the river (Urumea) and the road to Passages – we soon passed thro’ the ruined village (vide line 2 above) and pursued our road by a steepish ascent towards Hernani distant 4 English miles – about a mile or more from St. Sebastian, a fort, (left) on the hill [manned] by Spanish soldiers – hilly road – hilly country – but not much wood beyond bush wood – Colin talked all the way and explained their positions at the useless siege of Hernani – for what have the chistianos got by it? merely a little more elbow-room about St. Sebastian and a walk of 4 miles into the country – nothing else – the carlists are still all roundabout – the Christianos destroyed the convents and village and houses about St. Sebastian for fear of their affording shelter to the carlists – whatever the carlists do, the xtians and British Legion rob just as much – and Colin has often been ashamed even for our artillery (about 120 men at St. Sebastian but entered as marines because we have no right to send a land force tho’ everybody sees thro’ this flimsy subterfuge) – Colin has seen our artillery ordered to go to the different villages 8 or 10 miles off and take even the very beds the people slept and what was worse oblige them to carry their own things thus plundered to St. Sebastian – the artillery men are quite sick of all this – but the officers wish to stay – they like to be on service – and the commandant has extra allowances and Lord John Hay has £6 a month extra for table money as commodore etc. etc. – Colin cannot like the Spaniards – they have no heart – give us no thanks whatever we do for them – They think they can do anything and everything, and can do very little – will not stir themselves more ambition than the English but not courage to follow it – they themselves (the Xtianos) could have done nothing at Hernani without the English - the Carlists fight better – never saw men behave better than some of them did at Hernani – but they are all light armed – have nothing but musquettry  - or else he agreed with me they might easily take even St. Sebastian by a corp de main and Hernani – I see nothing to prevent it – the 200 or 300 of the British legion at Hernani, look miserable – whatever happens they are always put into the worst quarters and have the worst of everything and cannot get paid – they live on their rations and plunder and as they can – they had confidence in the bravery of general Evans, but not in his talent – he brought the artillery into action at Hernani much too close to the enemy’s fire – if Don Carlos had had any artillery, all our men would have been blown to pieces – Hernani a poorly walled little fortified town, Colin said of about 500 inhabitants – 1 longish narrow street opening into a little grande place and one or 2 little side streets – more picturesque than good – a few of the houses handsomely carved on the gable front towards the street and seeming to have been inhabited by better sort of people – porte cochère into large room where stood carts or what not and au fond the large wide stone (handsome perhaps if clean) staircase – altogether Spanish – walked thro’ the town to the last xtiano guard perhaps ¼ mile from the town – 4 or 5 men there one with a telescope watching the carlists in force on the opposite hill, and taking care that the last xtiano sentry at a house a little distance below us was not surprised – the women with the legion are chiefly if not all Irish – I saw the serjants’ wife bargaining in the street – she contrives to do pretty well for she washes etc. for the men, and when they got paid she gets something, and they can live on her husbands’ rations and her allowance of ½ ditto – I think Colin said they had per man 1lb. beef (very good considering) 1lb. bread 1/4lb. cheese – I forgot what of potatoes and I think a gill of rum – 20 or more above proof – would bear 4 water and still be as strong as our rum in England – the artillery have all this for 5d. English and Colin said they (the artillery) could sell it to the [pursuer] at St. Sebastian if they chose for 10d. that is the price it cost him at St. Sebastian – a road direct from Hernani along the valley to Passages but not open because the middle part of it in possession of the carlists – or I should have liked to walk the round back this way to St. Sebastian – 12000 of the legion at Passages – 12 companies with 4 officers to each = 48 that is the colonel and major and two more I forget what he called them – I had thought of breakfasting at Hernani – Luisa had said there was a café there where I could breakfast – but seeing no signs of it, I said nothing but turned back – off from St. S- at 6 at the last guard (about 1/4mile out of Hernani) at 7 35 and back again at the fonda at St. S- at 9 10 having just gone on the ramparts to see the breach made under the d. of Wellington – breakfast immediately – café au lait – I was thirsty and thought the warm breakfast would quite refresh – the café seemed to have a queer taste – took the milk by itself – it was hardly down before it was up again! (surely it was goats’ milk which never did and perhaps never will agree with me) – lay down for 50 minutes till 10 and was dozing when the Captain rapped at my door – said I had not breakfasted but should be ready in ¼ hour – I had luckily brought up my wine from dinner last night – ate a little bit of bread and drank a little wine and water which did very well for me – had Luisa up and got her to write

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me out the bill – myself 20 réals – George 12 reals and 4 reals = 1 piastre or 1 franc .:. my bill was just 8 fr. – gave la fille 1 piastre or franc (took it from George who had exchanged a 5fr. piece) and in paying Madame veuve Iriarte gave her two 5fr. pieces saying that the 2 fr. over where for Mademoiselle Luisa – at the quai in 2 or 3 minutes but no captain – waited for him 20 minutes and embarked and put off from the jetty at St. Sebastian at 11 40 – dawdled a little in the port for one of our rowers (3 now instead of 4 as in coming) to pick up a bottle of wine or something – we were now myself and George our captain and 3 rowers – doubled the rock island to the westward as in entering and rowed 20 minutes till 12 – then hoisted 2 sails and went I should suppose at the rate of 5 knots an hour – a good deal of surf (considering the fineness of the day) under the citadel-rock and between this and the rock-island – we had considerably less to the westward of the island under the tower fort which Colin had told me they (our men) fortified without ever receiving anything for their labour – they did a great deal of work at first – they understood our government set all down to the Spanish debt – yes! said I, but Spain will never pay I think – In sight of Passages at 12 35 – sick at 1 ¼ - again at 2 ¼ and Fontarabia in sight at 2 35 – St. Sebastian-citadel, and rock-island, and tower fort – Passanges – all high green rock to the bay of Fontarabia (i.e. to the striking projecting rock called Pointe de Figuier [Figueres?]) – at the French end of it (north side of this bay as I call it, of Fontarabia – embouchure of the Bidassoa) red rock head looked at a distance like a red-tiled town – then while from this end all the way to St. Jean de Luz – land at 3 50 at St. Jean de Lux near the douane – the solider or douanier seemed afterwards ½ ashamed to have questioned me about my little packet of night things but I went in and opened it out – a good deal of surf in entering the little harbour at the embouchure of the little river Nivelle – I can well believe the difficulty and danger of getting in a bad weather – soon walked to the Inn – M. Junca and all glad to see me – followed me to A-‘s door, as if to see the happy meeting – but they fell back for all was deadly still – poor A- was poorly and all had seemed more glad to see [me] back than she – I had thought to try the land-way or at least go to the frontier, and stand on the bridge between the French sentry at one end and the Spanish at the other – no danger or difficulty so far – but A- wanted to be off immediately back to Bayonne – a diligence would go at 5 – But I fell faint – ordered a mutton chop – had it in the salle à manger and M. Junca and Conigo and others came round me – M. Junca had discovered that I was carlist – found it out from my manner on embarking yesterday – Conigo a contrebandier – M. Junca the means of getting formation for Mr. Mitchell shewed me one of the notes Mr. M- pays him weekly I think for conveyance of messengers M. Junca a very good sort of little man – said I had trusted him and he would do the best he could for me – paid Conigo the 50/. as agreed and gave him 5/.  over for his crew – all parted good friends – the diligence, an omnibus à 6 places de chaque coté  (12 persons) horsed by M. Junca – about 7 persons besides A- and myself and George 6 women and a boy inside, and a gentleman on the box outside with the cocher – waited ¼ for us – off at 5 ¼ at the barrier at 7 ¼ - to leave our passport and take a receipt for it – I got impatient of waiting, and A- and I walked to our hotel St. Etienne – 12 minutes and arrived there at 7 ½ - ordered dinner – then had Josephine to do my hair at 7 50 – then a minute or 2 with A- all had heard of A-‘s not going to St. S- our coachman had not returned when she got back to St. Jean de Luz – poor M. Junca had looked after us, and not seeing the boat (while he turned aside we had put into the port of Socoa to land A-) was quite alarmed was just going to give orders for sending out after us when he saw A- returning and heard what had happened – A- said she had not got back till 5, and if I had not left her the umbrella could not have got back at all – the people told me she had got back between 3 and 4 – however I thanked heaven she had turned back – she could not have borne the boating and the impossibility of getting her anything comfortable at St. S- would have been terrible – with her a minute or two after my hair was done but I soon came to my room and wrote  the following in pencil in my little note book  she means to trouble everybody as little as she can will do for herself   I gently said well if you can do better I shall be very glad   I saw before she was all wrong and guessed the nature of her illness  it is astonishing how little I care  I was guiltless of thinking of her yesterday or this morning till my arrival   when at the moment I forgot my anticipations and ran up to the people and then to her I was soon set right  how different my last reception on returning from Spain to Lady S. de R-! dinner at 8 ½ to 9 25 and then had Josephine ¼ hour very fine day tho’ a light shower just before leaving St. Jean de Luz F71 ½° at 9 55

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Evenets 9.23

38 – Drusilla, Caligula's sister who died in June, with whom the emperor is said to have an incestuous relationship, is deified. 1122 – Pope Callixtus II and Holy Roman Emperor Henry V agree to the Concordat of Worms to put an end to the Investiture Controversy. 1338 – The Battle of Arnemuiden, in which a French force defeats the English, is the first naval battle of the Hundred Years' War and the first naval battle in which gunpowder artillery is used. 1409 – The Battle of Kherlen is the second significant victory over Ming dynasty China by the Mongols since 1368. 1459 – The Battle of Blore Heath, the first major battle of the English Wars of the Roses, is won by the Yorkists. 1561 – King Philip II of Spain issues cedula, ordering a halt to colonizing efforts in Florida. 1779 – American Revolution: John Paul Jones, naval commander of the United States, on board the USS Bonhomme Richard, wins the Battle of Flamborough Head. 1803 – Second Anglo-Maratha War: The Battle of Assaye is fought between the British East India Company and the Maratha Empire in India. 1821 – Tripolitsa, Greece, is captured by Greek rebels during the Greek War of Independence. 1846 – Astronomers Urbain Le Verrier, John Couch Adams and Johann Gottfried Galle collaborate on the discovery of Neptune. 1868 – The Grito de Lares occurs in Puerto Rico against Spanish rule. 1884 – On the night of 23-24 September, the steamship Arctique runs aground near Cape Virgenes leading to the discovery of nearby placer gold, beginning the Tierra del Fuego gold rush. 1899 – The American Asiatic Squadron destroys a Filipino battery at the Battle of Olongapo. 1905 – Norway and Sweden sign the Karlstad Treaty, peacefully dissolving the Union between the two countries. 1913 – The United Mine Workers of America launch a strike which eventually escalated into the Colorado Coalfield War. 1942 – World War II: The Matanikau action on Guadalcanal begins: U.S. Marines attack Japanese units along the Matanikau River. 1950 – Korean War: The Battle of Hill 282 is the first US friendly-fire incident on British military personnel since World War II. 1973 – Argentine general election: Juan Perón returns to power in Argentina. 1983 – Gulf Air Flight 771 is destroyed by a bomb, killing all 117 people on board. 2004 – Over 3,000 people die in Haiti after Hurricane Jeanne produces massive flooding and mudslides. 2008 – Matti Saari kills ten people at a school in Finland before committing suicide

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[adele-iris]

Cap'tain zombi

Je suis Cap’tain Zombi Je bois par les oreilles J’entends avec les dix doigts J’ai une langue qui voit tout Un odorat-radar qui capte Les ondes du cœur humain Et un toucher qui perçoit À distance les odeurs Quant à mon sixième sens C’est un détecteur de morts Je sais où sont enterrés Nos millions de cadavres Je suis comptable de leurs os Je suis comptable de leur sang Je suis peuplé de cadavres Peuplé de râles d’agonies Je suis une marée de plaies De cris de pus de caillots Je broute les pâturages De millions de morts miens Je suis berger d’épouvante Je garde un troupeau d’os noirs Ce sont mes moutons mes bœufs Mes porcs mes chèvres mes tigres Mes flèches et mes lances Mes laves et mes cyclones Toute une artillerie noire À perte de vue qui hurle Au cimetière de mon âme !

Écoutez monde blanc Les salves de nos morts Écoutez ma voix de zombi En l’honneur de nos morts Écoutez monde blanc Mon typhon de bêtes fauves Mon sang déchirant ma tristesse Sur tous les chemins du monde Écoutez monde blanc !

Le sang nègre ouvre ses vannes La cale des négriers Déverse dans la mer L’écume de nos misères Les plantations de coton De café de canne à sucre Les rails du Congo-Océan Les abattoirs de Chicago Les champs de maïs d’indigo Les centrales sucrières Les soutes de vos navires Les compagnies minières Les chantiers de vos empires Les usines les mines l’enfer De nos muscles sur la terre C’est l’ écume de la sueur noire Qui descend ce soir à la mer !

Écoutez monde blanc Mon rugissement de zombi Écoutez mon silence de mer O chant désolé de nos morts Tu es mon destin mon Afrique Mon sang versé mon cœur épique Le pouls marin de ma parole Mon bois-d’ébène mon corossol Le cri des arbres morts en moi L’écho de leur sève dans ma voix Ma race tel un long sanglot Qui cherche ma gorge et mes eaux Qui cherche en moi le bras de mer Où l’Afrique arrache son cœur Écoutez monde amer monde blanc Mon chant d’agonie ma vie ce chant Qui marie en mon corps le vent Et la vague, le ciel et l’enfer !

- René Depestre

[casbooks]

Books of 2023

Book 27 of 2023

Title: This Is What Hell Looks Like: Life as a Bomb Disposal Specialist During the Vietnam War Authors: Stuart Allan Steinberg ISBN: 9781625450654 Tags: AC-47 Spooky, AFG Afghanistan, B-52 Stratofortress, CBRNE Weapons, EOD, FRA ADT French Ground Army (Armée de terre), FRA France, FRA Groupement Mobile 100 (Indochina War), HH-43 Huskie, JPN Japan, JPN Okinawa, JPN Okinawa - Naha, KOR Korea, KOR ROK 26th Infantry Regiment, KOR ROK 26th Infantry Regiment - 2/56, KOR ROK Capital Tiger Division, KOR ROK Republic of Korea Army, KOR ROKMC Republic Of Korea Marine Corps, M551 Sheridan, Office of Strategic Services (OSS), OSS Albert Peter Dewey, OV-1 Mohawk, Pathfinders, SpecOps, Typhoon Hester, UN United Nations, UN UNODC Office on Drugs and Crime, US CIA Central Intelligence Agency, US USA 101st Airborne Division - Screaming Eagles, US USA 119th Assault Helicopter Company, US USA 140th Transportation Det., US USA 158th Aviation Bn, US USA 15th Artillery Regiment, US USA 15th Artillery Regiment - 7/15, US USA 160th Aviation Group, US USA 160th Aviation Group - Pathfinders, US USA 170th Ordnance Det, US USA 173rd Airborne Brigade - 3rd Provisional Rifle Co, US USA 173rd Airborne Brigade - Casper Aviation Platoon, US USA 173rd Airborne Brigade - Sky Soldiers, US USA 17th Artillery Regiment, US USA 17th Artillery Regiment - 2/17, US USA 17th Cavalry Regiment, US USA 17th Cavalry Regiment - 2/17 - A Troop, US USA 17th Cavalry Regiment - 2/17 - Aero-Rifle, US USA 184th Ordnance Bn, US USA 187th Infantry Regiment, US USA 187th Infantry Regiment - 3/187, US USA 191st Ordnance Bn, US USA 1st Cavalry Division, US USA 25th Ordnance Det., US USA 26th Artillery Regiment, US USA 26th Artillery Regiment - 8/26, US USA 27th Engineers, US USA 287th Ordnance Det., US USA 319th Artillery Regiment, US USA 319th Artillery Regiment - 2/319, US USA 326th Engineer Bn, US USA 326th Engineer Bn - B Co, US USA 327th Infantry Regiment, US USA 327th Infantry Regiment - 1/327, US USA 327th Infantry Regiment - 2/327, US USA 377th Artillery Bn, US USA 39th Artillery Regiment, US USA 39th Artillery Regiment - 1/39, US USA 39th Transportation Bn, US USA 42nd Ordnance Det, US USA 44th Ordnance Det, US USA 46th Supply and Service Bn, US USA 4th ID, US USA 4th ID - 1st Brigade, US USA 502nd Infantry Regiment, US USA 502nd Infantry Regiment - 2/502, US USA 502nd Infantry Regiment - 2/502 - B Co, US USA 503rd Infantry Regiment, US USA 503rd Infantry Regiment - 1/503, US USA 503rd Infantry Regiment - 2/503, US USA 503rd Infantry Regiment - 4/503, US USA 506th Infantry Regiment, US USA 506th Infantry Regiment - 2/506, US USA 506th Infantry Regiment - 2/506 - D Co, US USA 50th Infantry Regiment, US USA 50th Infantry Regiment - 1/50, US USA 51st Medical Co, US USA 533rd Ordnance Det, US USA 571st Ordnance Co, US USA 58th Infantry Regiment, US USA 58th Infantry Regiment - D Co, US USA 59th Ordnance Brigade, US USA 5th ID (Mechanized), US USA 5th ID (Mechanized) - 1st Brigade, US USA 647th Quartermaster Co, US USA 67th Ordnance Det, US USA 69th Armor Regiment, US USA 69th Armor Regiment - 1/69, US USA 75th Rangers, US USA 75th Rangers - L Co, US USA 77th Aerial Rocket Artillery (ARA), US USA 77th Aerial Rocket Artillery (ARA) - 4/77, US USA 820th Ordnance Co, US USA 85th Ordnance Det., US USA 8th Infantry Regiment, US USA 8th Infantry Regiment - 3/8, US USA 8th Infantry Regiment - 3/8 - B Co, US USA 8th Transportation Group, US USA 90th Replacement Bn, US USA ASA 8th Radio Research Station, US USA ASA Army Security Agency, US USA Combat Trackers - K9, US USA Dugway Proving Grounds UT, US USA Fort Gordon GA, US USA Fort McClellan AL, US USA General John J. Hennessey, US USA General John M. Wright Jr., US USA LRRP Team (Vietnam War), US USA United States Army, US USA USSF 5th SFG, US USA USSF Green Berets, US USA USSF Special Forces, US USA USSF Team A-101, US USA USSF Team A-221, US USA XXIV Corps, US USAF Eglin Air Force Base FL, US USAF United States Air Force, US USMC 1st MarDiv, US USMC 3rd Force Recon Co, US USMC 3rd MarDiv, US USMC MAG-36, US USMC United States Marine Corps, US USN NOS Indianhead MD, US USN NOS Naval Ordnance Station, US USN United States Navy, US UT USA DPG - Sheep Kill Incident (1968), US UT Utah, VNM 1968 Tet Offensive (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM 1969 Mini-Tet Offensive (1969) (Vietnam War), VNM 506 Valley, VNM A Shau Valley, VNM An Khe, VNM An Khe Pass, VNM An Loa Mountain, VNM Ao Lai Bang, VNM Ap Hien, VNM Ap Hien Luong, VNM Ap Thanh Tan, VNM Ap Uu Phuong, VNM Arizona Territory, VNM Battle of Dong Ap Bia (Hamburger Hill) (Operation Apache Snow) (1969) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Hamburger Hill (Dong Ap Bia) (Operation Apache Snow) (1969) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Khe Sanh (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Lang Vei (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Saigon (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Bien Hoa Airbase (Vietnam War), VNM Binh Dinh Province, VNM Bong Son, VNM Cam Lo River, VNM Cam Ranh Bay, VNM Camp Eagle (Vietnam War), VNM Camp Evans (Vietnam War), VNM Camp Radcliff (Vietnam War), VNM Camp Vasquez (Vietnam War), VNM Central Highlands, VNM CIA Phung Hoang / Phoenix Program (1965-1972) (Vietnam War), VNM Cu Chi, VNM Cung Son, VNM Cung Son Special Forces Camp (Vietnam War), VNM Da Nang, VNM Dien Bien Phu, VNM DMZ Demilitarized Zone - 17th Parallel (Vietnam War), VNM Dong Ha, VNM DRV NVA North Vietnamese Army, VNM DRV VC 300th Sapper Bn, VNM DRV VC 300th Sapper Bn - 5th Co, VNM DRV VC Viet Cong, VNM DRV VM Viet Minh, VNM Duc Co, VNM French Indochina War (1946-1954), VNM FSB Airborne (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Bastogne (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Berchtesgaden, VNM FSB Birmingham (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Blackhawk (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Currahee (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Davis (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Destiny (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Jack (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Ripcord (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Roy (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Shepard (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Sheridan (Vietnam War), VNM FSB T-Bone, VNM FSB Tomahawk (Vietnam War), VNM FSB Vehgel (Vietnam War), VNM Gia Lo, VNM Ha Tay, VNM Hai Van Pass, VNM Hanoi, VNM Highway 1, VNM Highway 19, VNM Ho Chi Minh Trail (Vietnam War), VNM Hue, VNM I Corps (Vietnam War), VNM Ia Drang Valley, VNM II Corps (Vietnam War), VNM IV Corps (Vietnam War), VNM Kontum, VNM Lang Vei Special Forces Camp (Vietnam War), VNM Long Binh Post (Vietnam War), VNM LZ English (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Hard Times (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Pony (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Sally (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Schueller (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Uplift (Vietnam War), VNM Mang Yang Pass, VNM Nha Trang, VNM Operation Apache Snow (1969) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Arc Light (1965-1973) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Ranch Hand (1962-1971) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Randolph Glen (1969-1970) (Vietnam War), VNM Phi Lu, VNM Phu Bai, VNM Phu Hiep, VNM Phu Hiep Base Camp (Vietnam War), VNM Phu Loc, VNM Phu Lu, VNM Phu Lu Bridge, VNM Phu Tai, VNM Phu Tai Valley, VNM Phu Thanh Valley, VNM Pleiku, VNM Pleiku Province (Gia Lai), VNM Quang Tri, VNM Quang Tri Province, VNM Que Son Valley, VNM Qui Nhon, VNM Qui Nhon Ammunition Base Depot (Vietnam War), VNM Route 441, VNM Route 506, VNM Route 545, VNM Route 547, VNM RVN ARVN Army of the Republic of Vietnam, VNM RVN ARVN CIDG Civilian Irregular Defense Group, VNM RVN ARVN MP Quan Canh Military Police, VNM Saigon, VNM Saigon - Buddhist Chua Quan Am Pagoda, VNM Saigon - US Embassy (Vietnam War), VNM Son Con Valley, VNM Song Bo, VNM Song Con, VNM Song Dai Giang, VNM Song Lai Giang, VNM Song Nong, VNM Tan Son Nhut Air Base, VNM Thon Khe Xa, VNM Thura Thien-Hue Province, VNM Tuy Hoa, VNM US Agent Orange (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Advisory Teams (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Battalion Advisory Team 46 (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Military Assistance Command Vietnam (Vietnam War), VNM US USA 187th Infantry Regiment - 3/187 - Bn Advisory Team 46 (Vietnam War), VNM US USA 67th Evacuation Hospital - Qui Nhon (Vietnam War), VNM US USA 85th Evacuation Hospital - Phu Bai (Vietnam War), VNM US USAF Phu Cat Air Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC CAP Combined Action Platoon (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC CAP Team 3-1-3 (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC CAP Team 3-3-5 (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC DHCB Dong Ha Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC III MAF Marine Amphibious Force (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC KSCB Khe Sanh Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC/USA Phu Bai Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USN NSA Naval Support Activity - Da Nang (White Elephant) (Vietnam War), VNM Vietnam, VNM Vietnam War (1955-1975), VNM Vinh Thang Valley, VNM Vung Chua Mountain, VNM Vung Ro Bay, VNM War Zone C (Vietnam War) Rating: ★★★★ (4 Stars) Subject: Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.US Army.EOD Description: From 1967-1971, Stuart Steinberg served in the U.S. Army as an explosive ordnance disposal specialist. In January 1968, he was sent to Dugway Proving Grounds in Utah, where chemical and biological weaponry was stockpiled, staying there until July 1968. Steinberg was involved in helping to clean up the worst nerve gas disaster in American history on March 13, 1968. As a result, he volunteered to serve in Vietnam from September 4, 1968 to March 24, 1970. This is What Hell Looks Like explores the difficult and traumatic situations faced by Steinberg and his teammates across their time in Vietnam. This volume also examines the causes and consequences of post-traumatic stress disorder though Steinberg's honest account of his experiences, including his subsequent addiction to prescription painkillers. Documenting Steinberg's personal journey through "Hell," his account casts further light on life during the Vietnam War. Review: Honestly, EOD stories are some of my favorites and this one did not disappoint, especially as I’ve read other tales of Ammo Dumps going up from other perspectives. The only negative is just how disjointed the book was. He could not keep a steady narrative or stream of thought going without bouncing back and forth from present day to the past and back again. It became so repetitive that it would take you out of the moment and out of the story all together. 

#Books #Ebooks #Booklr #Bookblr #Vietnam War #non fiction #history #military #US army #EOD #Dugway Proving Grounds #Chemical and Biological Weapons #SheepKill Incident in 1968 #Utah

[outlawqueen2016]

The current state of affairs, as of May 20, 2023, the eve of a very important anniversary and the fourth anniversary of the day Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus took power in the region known as #Ukraine.

• #Taliban command Assadulah, of Sheikh Mansur battalion, was assassinated by the #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples in #Bakhmut, #Donetsk.

• #Japan hosts the #G7 #Summit where the Prime Minister of #India, Narendra Modi, questions #Kremlin President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus, as his disparaging statements about Vladum Putin betray the man who has politely requested that #Kremlin President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus pay for his own war crimes, as Vladum Putin is not the mother of #Kremlin President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus, and therefore, should not be liable for the fines leveed against #Russia, as the war crimes were committed by the traitors of #Russia, the #Kremlin, under the command of #Ukraine President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus.

• The #Congress of the #United #States #of #America has sent the #United #States #Marine #Corp to train the #United #States #Army and #Navy in #Kuwait. Source: United States Army Sargent B. Boecker

• Kremlin Losses 20.05.2023 Source: DefenseIntel: 202,430 liquidated personnel; 3,781 tanks; 7,382 armored personnel vehicle; 3,229/564 artillery systems/MLRS; 325 anti-aircraft warfare systems; 308/294 aircraft helicopters; 2,801 UAV operational-tactical level; 1,011 cruise missiles; 18 warships; 6,103 vehicles and fuel tanks; 423 special equipment.

• #United #States #of #America President #JoeBiden has committed to providing #Kremlin President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus with surface-to-surface army tactical miissile systems (#ATACMS), with a two hundred mile range; launch capability from #HIMARS. #Kyiv, #Kyiv to expect #German #Challenger #Main battle tanks; #Leopard battle tanks; #American #M1ABRAMS tanks.

• #Kremlin units overextended near #Kyiv, #Kyiv. Flank from the north. Split forces. 1- infiltrate bunker in Poland. 2- get behind #StormShadow. Sound engineer to determine stealth frequencies to report directly to General Vladsi via secure connection.

• #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples outmaneuvers #Kremlin #Shahed-131 and #Shahed-136 attack drones near #Kyiv, #Kyiv.

• #Kremlin command and logistics shelter in underground, closed circuit, #anti-artillery bunkers; surrounded by #anti-tank #barricades, #mine #fields, with #barbedwire #fencing. #Tunnels are constructed beneath roadways and connect to central infrastructure at a hub. The hub is not #StormShadow proof.

• #Kyiv, #Kyiv is under direct threat from #Sweden 41 Squadron #Tornado #GR4, equipped with #StormShadow, recently tested over the #Atlantic #ocean. Source: #United #Kingdom Ministry of Defense corporal Mark Parkinson.

• #StormShadow air launched cruise missiles were re-engineered by #France, on behalf of the #Kremlin, for use in junction with artillery barricade, human-waves of #titan type #abominations. Operational range of #StormShadow is one hundred fifty-five miles. The most threatening modification is the newly programmed stealth features which mask its long range detection until it is too late, in order to take advantage of the element of surprise. This battle strategy of the brilliant André Romanyet de Buccephallus, is a response to the #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples unit #Barros and their precision seek and destroy missions against #Kremlin munition stores and logistics hubs using #MLRS #HIMARS.

• #Donetsk region under the fog of war. The #Kremlin is seeking to collect items which were dosed with #thermite and used as construction material. The #thermite matured and is ready to be used as starter for the mass production of the chemical weapon which is used to melt steel.

• #Bakhmut, #Donetsk is under siege; a dense stagnant white smoke fills the air; similar to the fog which blanketed #New #York #City long after the rubble from the World Trade Center had been cleared. Every square meter of the city has been bombed. The walls still standing are emitting #thermite into the #environment.

• #Bakhmut, #Donetsk is under threat from #Kremlin #Su-25 flying a #Ukraine banner. Expect #StormShadow.

• #ChasivYar ridge line under control of the #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples.

• #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples destroys 10 #T-90 tanks east of #Marinka, #Donetsk.

• #Mariupol, #Donetsk has confirmed a #StormShadow strike against the #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples; as a direct result the #Mariupol airport is now under #Kremlin control. Azovstal defends #Mariupol to the man and losses are minimal.

• Explosions in #Zaporizhzhia and #Tokmak as two nuclear power plants were bombed by #Kremlin air forces. #Tokmak under control of the #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples. #Zaporizhzhia and #Vuhledar under #Kremlin control. Source Volodymyr Rogov

• The #International #Legion #for #the #Freedom #of #Free #Peoples strike an underground bunker using #StormShadow. The mission is successful.

• #Russian Prime Minister Prigozhin splits from #Kremlin President Vladimyr Zelensky de Buccephallus as #Wagner group is broken in the #southern #corridor.

• I, Nikia O’Niele, am willing to pay the fine for the war crime of: sinking #Cuba into the depths, in order to prevent the next wave of #Kremlin command from falling back and regrouping.

Nikia O’Niele

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[ad_1] US M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tank Credit: Military.comby Thalif Deen (united nations)Monday, January 30, 2023Inter Press ServiceUNITED NATIONS, Jan 30 (IPS) - After much reluctance, the US and its Western allies last week agreed to provide Ukraine with some of the world’s most sophisticated battle tanks: American-made Abrams, German-made Leopards and British-made Challengers.But the question remains as to whether these weapons will make a decisive difference to Ukrainian armed forces fighting a relentless battle with one of the world’s major military and nuclear powers.According to the US Department of Defense (DOD), the new $400 million package announced last week represents the beginning of a contracting process to provide additional capabilities to Ukraine.The package includes: 31 Abrams tanks with 120mm rounds and other ammunition; Eight Tactical Vehicles to recover equipment; Support vehicles and equipment; Funding for training, maintenance, and sustainment.Alongside the battalion of Abrams tanks, a European consortium is committing to provide two battalions of Leopard tanks to Ukraine. The DOD says the United States will “continue to work with our allies and partners to meet Ukraine's battlefield needs to counter Russian aggression and ensure the continued freedom and independence of the Ukrainian people.”Speaking from the White House on January 25, US President Joe Biden thanked every member of the Western coalition for continuing to step up.The UK, he said, recently announced that it is donating Challenger 2 tanks to Ukraine. France is contributing AMX-10s, armored fighting vehicles.In addition to the Leopard tanks, Germany is also sending a Patriot missile battery. The Netherlands is donating a Patriot missile and launchers.France, Canada, the UK, Slovakia, Norway, and others have all donated critical air defense systems to help secure Ukrainian skies and save the lives of innocent civilians who are literally the target -- the target of Russia’s aggression, Biden said.Listing the flow of arms to Ukraine, he said, Poland is sending armored vehicles. Sweden is donating infantry fighting vehicles. Italy is giving artillery. Denmark and Estonia are sending howitzers. Latvia is providing more Stinger missiles. Lithuania is providing anti-aircraft guns. And Finland recently announced its largest package of security assistance to date.Will the on-again, off-again proposal for peace talks and diplomatic negotiations be undermined by the massive flow of new weapons?Victoria Nuland, Under Secretary of State for Political Affairs, told the US Senate last week “We want to put them in the best possible position so that whether this war ends on the battlefield, or whether it ends with diplomacy, or some combination, that they are sitting on a map that is far more advantageous for their long-term future, and that Putin feels the strategic failure.”Captain Matthew Hoh, a former US Marine Corps Captain and State Department Officer said: “US and NATO tanks will not serve as wonder weapons to win the war for Ukraine.’“Rather we should expect a reciprocal escalation by Russia that solidifies the stalemate and threatens expansion of the war. Only de-escalation, ceasefires and negotiations will bring an end to the war,” he added.Lt Col Bill Astore, a former professor of history, co-author of three books and numerous articles focusing on military history and the history of science, technology, and religion, said a few dozen U.S., British, and German tanks won't be decisive in Ukraine. “What is needed is talks not tanks,” he pointed out. “Talks aimed at ending this war before it escalates further. Talks, not tanks, will help to move the doomsday clock further from midnight and the nightmare of nuclear war,” he added. Meanwhile, UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres said January 18 he did not believe there was an opportunity yet, to organise “a serious peace negotiation” between the warring parties in Ukraine, nearly a year on from Russia’s full-scale invasion.

Guterres told the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, that he remained committed to alleviating the suffering of Ukrainians and vulnerable people in the wider world, still reeling from the conflict’s “dramatic, devastating impacts” on the global economy.“There will be an end…there is an end of everything, but I do not see an end of the war in the immediate future,” Guterres said. “I do not see a chance at the present moment to have a serious peace negotiation between the two parties.”Since 2014, the United States has committed more than $29.9 billion in security assistance to Ukraine and more than $27.1 billion since the beginning of Russia's “unprovoked and brutal invasion” on February 24, 2022, according to DOD.Ltc Karen Kwiatkowski, formerly at the Pentagon, National Security Agency and a noted critic of the U.S. involvement in Iraq said “the incremental escalation, tank company at a time, by US neoconservatives and NATO chickenhawks is unfocused, reactionary, and virtue-signaling instead of strategic”. “For these reasons alone, the Western ‘alliance’ is in big trouble,” he declared. IPS UN Bureau ReportFollow @IPSNewsUNBureauFollow IPS News UN Bureau on Instagram© Inter Press Service (2023) — All Rights ReservedOriginal source: Inter Press ServiceWhere next?Related newsBrowse related news topics:Latest newsRead the latest news stories:“I Was Blind, But Now I See” – Celebrating Malawi’s Progress on World NTD Day Monday, January 30, 2023ASEAN Parliamentarians Cannot Escape 'Lawfare' or Violations of their Human Rights Monday, January 30, 2023Will the Ukraine War be Resolved With Talks-- or with Tanks? Monday, January 30, 2023Tedros: COVID-19 remains an international health threat Monday, January 30, 2023Libya: human rights abuses must be addressed, says UN probe Monday, January 30, 2023WHO calls for more action to end ‘cycles of poverty and stigma’ related to tropical diseases Monday, January 30, 2023‘A great victory’: Odesa mayor reacts to UNESCO Heritage List inclusion Monday, January 30, 2023Hate Speech: Turning the tide Monday, January 30, 2023Hate speech: Nations fight back Sunday, January 29, 2023‘All sides need to think about the future they want for Venezuela’, says UN human rights chief Saturday, January 28, 2023In-depthLearn more about the related issues:Share thisBookmark or share this with others using some popular social bookmarking web sites:Link to this page from your site/blogAdd the following HTML code to your page:Will the Ukraine War be Resolved With Talks-- or with Tanks?, Inter Press Service, Monday, January 30, 2023 (posted by Global Issues)… to produce this:Will the Ukraine War be Resolved With Talks-- or with Tanks?, Inter Press Service, Monday, January 30, 2023 (posted by Global Issues) [ad_2] Source link

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War Galleys of the 17th and 18th centruy

War galleys of the 17th and 18th century were, thanks to centuries of development and research, war ships even if one might think that their time was already over at this time.

La Réale de France, 1694 (x)

The great nations of the time, which had a front in the Mediterranean, but also, and more surprisingly for the general public, in the Baltic and Lake Geneva, all had galleys in the 18th century. We can mention Spain, Italy (the city states and the Italian kingdom), France, the Ottoman Empire, the Moors and Barbary Pirates, the Russians (in the Black Sea as in the Baltic), the Swedes, Switzerland. In other words, everywhere they had to act close to the coast. In waters like the English Channel or the Open Sea, these ships were helpless.

The Russian Capped Lead Galley, 1715 (x)

Design

Since the great battle of Lepanto, the design of the galley had not changed much. A standard galley (galere ordinaire) was about 50 metres long and had a depth of 1.5 metres. There were two masts, the main mast and the foremast, and the sails were lateen sails. She had 25-26 pairs of oars with five men per oar (about 250 rowers), 50-100 sailors and 50-100 soldiers, so about 500 men in total. 

Model of a Galley, Amsterdam, c. 1700 - c. 1750 (x)  

The large galley (galere extraordinaire), on the other hand, was up to 60 m long, with a draught of 1.7 m. Its masts were extended by a mizzenmast. It had 30 pairs of oars and up to seven rowers per oar (about 420 rowers), up to 100 sailors and 100 soldiers. So about 620 men. The powder room was under the oarsmen's benches. Directly in the centre of this gangway was the galley. It was completely open and equipped only with a stove.

Plan view of a galley and sidecut of a galley : Illustration taken from “Galley Slave”, published by Folio Society, London, 1957. Illustrations from Musee de la Marine and the Bibliotheque Nationale, France.

Normally, on the Mediterranean galleys of the 16th and 17th centuries, there was also a small platform to port and starboard (instead of a rowing bench), where the boot and the stoven were located. Sea soldiers could also be placed here for close combat. In the bow was the forecastle deck where the artillery was aligned in the direction of travel and used to hunt down their opponents. The front end of a galley was formed by the extended prow, with a ram and the rambade, a platform that was intended to enable the boarding of enemy ships and at the same time served as a privy for sailors and soldiers.

A painting of the Battle of Grengam in 1720 by Ferdinand Perrot (1808–41) showing a large Russian galley engaging Swedish frigates at close range. Note the crowded fighting platform (rambade) in the bow. (x)

Armament

Galleys were not primarily intended for long-range combat, but were used to lure their opponents into shallow water and then board them. Therefore, their firepower was not that great. The armament consisted of a heavy 24- or 36-pounder gun in the bow, flanked by two to four 4- to 12-pounders. Rows of light swivel guns were often mounted on the railings along the entire length of the galley for close defence.

However, since the galleys had an immense consumption of men and were only used for coastal operations, they became more and more uninteresting from the middle of the 18th century and were taken out as warships. However, they were still used as representative ships for special occasions.

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Le HMS Saracen rentre à son port d'attache, Alger, après une patrouille en mer méditerranée - Campagne de la Méditerranée - 22 février 1943

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Le Saracen commence sa huitième patrouille dans le golfe de Gênes le 7 février 1943. Au petit matin du 11 février, le sous-marin débarque trois hommes à Cupabia, au sud d'Ajaccio, en Corse. Le 12 février, il coule sous son artillerie de pont des remorqueurs français du régime de Vichy, le Provençal II et le Marseille V, au large de la Pointe des Sardinaux à Sainte-Maxime. Le 15 février, le Saracen, jusqu'alors appelé HMS P247, a été officiellement baptisé Saracen, puis plus tard dans la journée, il torpille et endommage le pétrolier allemand Marguerite Finaly. Le 19 février, le Saracen fait surface et tire avec son canon de pont sur un petit chantier naval à Cervo, en Italie. Deux navires en construction sont endommagés avant que le sous-marin ne soit obligé de plonger à cause du feu des batteries côtières. Le Saracen rentre à Alger le 22 février 1943.

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