SURPRISE!!!!!!
A sneak peek into my fictional series ~ Defenders of the Sky
This snippet is told from Major John Egan’s point of view. This is not the first chapter.
Word Count: n/a for this post.
Author’s Note: All ideas are my own. I will be adding a consistent playlist of songs before each chapter for nearly all the characters I write about. Each chapter will consist of different point of views; multiple perspectives will be present depending on plot events.
Warnings: There will be future mentions of war, extreme slow burn, swearing, death, mentions of POW and concentration camps, nazi guards, historical inaccuracy/timeline inaccuracy, mentions of abuse, PTSD, a soldier’s mental anguish, killing, man/woman relationships, hurt/comfort, pov first person, language, mutual pining, gore, angst, alcohol, smoking, military terminology, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, death, violence, debilitating mental thoughts, eventual smut.
Thank you for all your requests. I am making an effort to write everyday, so patience on your part is greatly appreciated. I do not want to promise an eventual deadline for completion, but will keep you guys updated.
I do not own HBO, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, or Masters of the Air, nor do I own any of the characters. I mean no disrespect toward any of the actors on this show.
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A rough voice accompanied by a tap on my shoulder rouses me. I groan inwardly, squinting beneath the unremitting beam of light. My whole body is tight from lack of sleep.
“Come on, Major. Breakfast is at four-thirty. Briefing at five-fifteen.” Of course, another mission. I hate the unexpected.
A momentary frisson of annoyance runs through me as I roll onto my back, “I’m up,” I mutter, dismissing the officer until he departs and the harsh, inciped, white light weakens.
I casually position my left bicep under the pillow and close my eyes again, but I know its imperative I get to the briefing as soon as I can.
My head feels thick because of drink, still. The enticement of dancing among young women and the ability to have as many drinks as I preferred felt to congenial.
Thoughts of two nights prior flood my senses; my dance with Susan.
I liked her, particularly because of her attractive features; her dark mid-length hair and fanned out eyelashes. Her amber-flecked eyes were ones I could drown in.
Are you sure you like her, just for that matter? The thought is morose. Have you ever liked a woman for more than her features? Was I ever honest, though?
The sobering truth is inconsequential; I’d rather find a distraction and swallow back a few drinks in order to keep my mind halted for a few hours. It’s because of this war. This war. Maybe it could be temporary. War is normal now, Egan, I surmised.
I notice a few of the other men are also awake; the rustling of cotton sheets and disgruntled murmurs are familiar to me now. Our mission won’t end unless our own plane gets blown apart or we land behind German lines; the frailty or mere occurrence of either happening, few cared to discuss.
Watch it, Bucky, Buck Cleven’s voice echoed in my head. He had been staring slightly at me with his usual, calculated, appreciation that night. It’s one dance; not a lifetime. I was too drunk at the time to apprehend what he meant; if it nuanced at teasing, I couldn’t decipher it. Buck’s personality very seldom suggested humour. She might not fancy you. Not even a wry joke.
My senses felt too relaxed and obstructed by the faint stupor of the alcohol. I had responded to him anyways, telling myself I could dance with her if I wanted to, Ah, come on Buck, for once, leave the dancing to me tonight. You’re too involved with Marge to have any fun.
Cleven had watched me, indignant, grinning with easy noncompliance.
I smirk. Good old Buck. Trying to deter my persistence; the only man I know who has a picture of his girl, Marjorie, in his left breast-pocket. Keeps her photo on the dash of his B-17. The only man who decides to dance with Meatball when he could be waltzing with some American Red Cross woman.
Cleven was like that; polished, a man of integrity, one who kept his word. A reliable friend. A friend more than a mere acquaintance.
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Herbie Mann - Philly Dog (1966)
Rufus Thomas
from:
"Philly Dog" / "Frere Jacques" (Single)
"Our Mann Flute" (LP)
Jazz | Instrumental | Soul Jazz
Mar-Keys Cover
JukeHostUK
(left click = play)
(320kbps)
Personnel:
Herbie Mann: Flute
King Curtis: Saxophone, Tenor and Baritone
Pepper Adams: Baritone Saxophone
Quentin Jackson: Trombone and Bass Trombone
Trumpet:
Marky Markowitz
Joe Newman
Jimmy Wisner: Piano
Guitar:
Al Gorgoni
Charles Macey
Warren Smith: Percussion
Joe Mack: Electric Bass
Bernard Purdie: Drums
Arranged by Conducted by: Jimmy Wisner
Produced by Nesuhi Ertegun
Recorded:
@ The Atlantic Records Studios
in New York City, New York USA
on May 26, 1966
Released:
1966
Atlantic Records
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angelparkerla: Last night, with the most incredible cast of The Recruit. Thank you @netflix for supporting this amazing show. #TheRecruit launches December 16th.
Aarti Mann, Angel Parker, Daniel Quincy Annoh, Fivel Stewart, Kaylah Zander, Kristian Bruun, Laura Haddock, Noah Centineo and Vondie Curtis-Hall via angelparkerla on Instagram, 12/09/2022.
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Halloween Kills (2021)
This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.
This is a repost of a previous evaluation, posted now alongside this week’s release of this film’s sequel, Halloween Ends.
Halloween Kills has several scenes at night, lit by the strobe lights of ambulances and police cars. These scenes begin unpredictably and are spread throughout the film.
Most of the camera work in this film is steady or very smooth. There is one shot where the camera spins in disorienting fashion, and one brief scene of peril at extreme heights.
Flashing Lights: 10/10. Motion Sickness: 3/10.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Jump scares, blood, gore, and a person driven to suicide. One prank uses fake vomit.
Image ID: A theatrical poster for Halloween Kills
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Series Review...The Recruit
(4/5) I was going to end this show with a rating with 3.5 or 3.8, but that ending made it officially an 4/5. So superficially the show feels like an older show called, "Chuck" with a pinch of "Scandal" (DC work/agency connections and double crossing and a bunch of lying) and "How To Get Away with Murder" (Murder mystery, starting from the end with flashbacks and plot twist).
I was initially going to land with a lower rating because of the main character. By the end of the season, the last couple of episodes, Owen (Noah Centineo) became extremely annoying. He's naivete was comical and some what endearing at the beginning of the season but by the end it came off as just stupid. After the first episode he was in a situation that he could have not returned. Anyone else would have tighten up after that but he did not. Working for the CIA not watching your back, internationally traveling and not considering time zones, going on dates and seating by the biggest window, calling and emailing people in none secure ways plus a lot more.
Another character flaw Owen had was his ability to manipulate. Now in situations where he was an unsanctioned spy, it worked perfectly. But with situations with his friends I hated watching him play the people who was closest to him, especially Hannah. I give props to the actor (Centineo) though, because his whole energy changed when he started to use his words to snake his way out of a situation or manipulate someone's feelings.
This should grow into something really special...do yourself a favor and jump on the bandwagon now before it blow up. The comedy captures you, the suspense keeps you and the ending makes you want more. A fledgling CIA lawyer gets caught up in a dangerous game of international politics when a former asset threatens to expose the nature of her relationship with the agency unless they clear her name (rottentomatoes.com).
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