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~summary: The night your life blew up sent you on a collision course with the campus bad boy, Kim Taehyung. Though you were well aware of his reputation, it was his doorstep you ran to when you were bleeding with nowhere to go.

~word count: 5k

~gang!au, mafia!au, college!au, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating (warnings apply to each part individually, please read them)

~a/n: this week our gal gets some shit done and comes to a realisation due to Yoongi... also I am once again thanking everyone for supporting this story💜💜love you all,, n for those of you who haven’t heard I’m going to be posting a spooktober story soon so stay tuned...

“I want to help.”

Tae paused in the doorway, a steaming plate in each hand, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“Huh?”

“I want to do something to help, you know, with the plan,” you eagerly pressed on.

“Oh,” Taehyung nodded, but a pout remained on his face as he kicked the door shut gently behind him, “the plan with Shinhyuk?”

“Yep.”

Nervously eyeing him as he shifted onto the bed, you waited for him to speak. Instead, he just passed you one of the plates and began to tuck in.

“Taehyung?”

“Mmm,” he hummed indistinctly, looking up at you, cheeks full of food.

“So… can I help?”

For just a moment, his bewildered stare was all that greeted you and his chewing slowed.

“Mmhmm,” he nodded, as if it was obvious.

“Oh. Okay.”

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected it to be that easy. As you began to eat yourself, Taehyung quickly went back to devouring his own meal without a second thought.

For once, the two of you were inside together during the day as it was the weekend and he wasn’t required for anything except a meeting, which was happening at his place anyway. With him here, you didn’t really need anything else to pass the time, but he had still vowed to bring you some more books soon, given that you had worked your way through the first pile completely now.

After last night, and if you were honest with yourself, even before that, any worry about being around Taehyung had faded away. Not only could you easily pass the time chatting, you very much enjoyed your time with him.

However, once you had both finished your food, it wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door announcing the arrival of the boys and the start of the meeting.

Only four had come as Jimin and Yoongi were out, doing ‘something’. You didn’t ask for details.

Taking the seat furthest from the window, hopefully hidden by Taehyung who sat beside you, you simply stayed quiet for most of the conversation. They didn’t need your input anyway; the plan sounded like it was progressing as well as it could be.

First of all, Jungkook and Namjoon confirmed the first members of Shinhyuk’s group they had managed to pick off, including the leader of a base inside his territory, though the rest were low-level: drivers, informants, dealers, fighters. Not enough to make his gang disappear by any stretch.

Not yet anyway, as Namjoon kept saying in encouragement.

As they resolved to keep digging through rival members, the real challenge was finding an in within Shinhyuk’s immediate circle – the ones who apparently were mainly stationed at what used to be your house.

“All I have is names,” Jungkook sighed, “even though I’m one of them, no one reveals anything about themselves.”

“Even the names might be fake,” Jin reminded him.

“I know,” Jungkook jammed his hands through his hair, “and there’s one – Jintao – he really doesn’t trust me. Makes it difficult for me to do anything. Always has his eyes on me.”

“Y/N can help,” Taehyung cut in then, causing four heads to turn sharply in your direction. You refused to squirm under their glares.

“Tae…” Jin was the first to speak, “it’s dangerous. I’ve been staking out Shin’s clubs and I’ve almost been caught so many times trying to talk to people-“

“She doesn’t have to go out on missions,” Tae reasoned, “a lot of snooping can be done from inside, and since she doesn’t have much else to do…”

“We have access to hackers, Tae,” Namjoon dismissed.

Biting your lip, you looked down. Since Tae had accepted your request to help so easily, you weren’t exactly prepared for this analysis. Perhaps it was stupid to think you would be able to assist these boys.

“She’s just as much a part of this as we are,” Taehyung surprised you with the ferocity in his voice, “she’ll be able to help. And I’ll let her even if you guys don’t.”

Namjoon in particular looked shocked by the younger boy’s unwavering words, but you watched in relief as he gave his assent with a nod, the others raising no further argument.

“What raids are coming up, Jungkook?” Hoseok brought the meeting back on track, prompting Jungkook to relay all the dates Shinhyuk had deals or attacks planned.

You listened as the boys decided which to focus on, though again they were frustrated by their lack of progress. Until Jungkook felt safe again, they weren’t going to counter any attacks, but they could make sure no one would be in the target properties to keep their allies out of danger.

Overall, the meeting left each of you feeling unsatisfied. This war with Shinhyuk was like having an unbearable itch while your hands were tied behind your back. You could only hope their careful preparation would eventually lend them the upper hand when they felt confident enough to retaliate.

With restless minds but nothing to do, Taehyung asked his friends to stay and a movie was agreed upon. As you had observed before, the boys relaxed remarkably quickly, and you were soon laughing with Hobi and Tae as you poured out snacks in the kitchen.

As you collected the packets, Hoseok returned to sit down. You and Tae had barely set foot around the corner when Hoseok let out a yell.

Startled, your head whipped around to find Yoongi standing silently in the doorway, leaning against one side, arms folded and a murderous expression.

“I didn’t see you there,” Hoseok breathed, laughing with a hand over his heart.

Before you could stop it, a snort escaped you, barely choked back, remembering exactly what you had said about Yoongi the night before. Luckily, you weren’t the only one, as you heard Taehyung beside you laughing through his nose, more successful at suppressing the sound.

“I hope there’s good news from the meeting,” Yoongi glared at you two, “I’m going bloody insane dancing around Shinhyuk like this.”

Everyone switched straight back to business mode around you, but you made the mistake of glancing over at Taehyung.

As soon as you made eye contact, neither of you could control yourselves and you had to fight to keep in your mirth. The dark warning glances from the other boys did nothing but fan the flames. Taehyung bit down on his lips as they threatened to break out into laughter; your cheeks ached.

Sinking onto the sofa, Taehyung looked pointedly away from you, shoving his fist into his mouth, shoulders still shaking.

With the tears brimming in your eyes, you didn’t care to listen to Yoongi as he talked about whatever he and Jimin had just come back from. When Jimin came in, a strangled laugh leapt from your mouth before you clamped it shut again, but you had set Tae off again.

The orange-haired boy across the room stared at you both like you were crazy.

“What’s your problem?” Yoongi’s sour face only made it harder to remove him from the ridiculous cartoon stereotype and Taehyung finally broke, guffawing loudly with his head thrown back, before falling against you and clinging to your shoulder, tears running down his face.

Shocked to find Taehyung’s head suddenly pressed into the crook of your neck, your breathless laugh was finally cut off. All you could do was stare down at him with a smile as he pulled himself together, wheezing dramatically the whole time.

At last, he seemed to realise himself and abruptly let go of your shirt. Pulling back, you were face to face for a second, expressions reflecting each other’s surprise, before he closed his mouth and turned back to Yoongi with a flawless poker face.

“Nothing.”

And then you were laughing again.

The prospect of Yoongi almost definitely hating you now didn’t bother you anymore. In the days following the meeting, you had begun to work through the list of names Jungkook had scribbled down of the members of Shinhyuk’s current inner members:

-Gi Beomho- has a Gwangju accent?

-Chaewon/known as Seb

-(Lee?) Minho

-Soonjae

-Jintao

Taehyung had told you his laptop password and you began trawling through the internet for any traces.

Though you were by no means a hacker, one of your friends at college, Jake, had once showed you a few things he knew how to do from his course in computing. Not to mention you were able to stalk someone very efficiently on social media from investigating the hot guy Lisa had seen on the street, or finding Soo’s mysterious girlfriend she refused to introduce to your group.

Now, though, there were no friends laughing around you as you tried to take apart the gang that was living in your house.

After your first afternoon of searching, nothing fruitful came up. When Taehyung had come back in the evening, you were more than happy to abandon the task and join him in your usual dinner routine, falling asleep soon after when you settled down together to watch a film.

But as the days progressed, you became more determined and frustrated in equal measure as you came across few things. You had worked your way through 3 people, giving up only after you had exhausted every avenue you could think to investigate.

Lee Minho took you even longer than the others to rule out, though you suspected from the beginning it was an alias since he shared the name with the famous actor, meaning there was an immense amount of unrelated material cluttering any path to finding the gang member, no matter what you searched.

Slumping back against the headboard, you set the laptop aside and flipped it shut.

Your attempt at working your way through the newest stack of books Taehyung had brought you was much slower than the first time around. Until he came back home, you barely took in the words.

At your side, a notebook containing the few possible leads consistently stole your attention instead.

You had managed to gain access to a couple of police reports on a Gi Beomho in Gwangju, but you would have to verify with Jungkook whether the photo was of the right person, or if you were barking up the wrong tree entirely.

When Tae finally arrived, you anxiously greeted him. Today Shinhyuk had planned his largest attack yet, on a shop that was a front for gang activity, and you knew all the boys had been on standby.

Taking in the scattered books, paper and laptop on the bed, his shoulders slumped.

“Nothing yet?”

“No, sorry,” you confirmed with a sigh.

“Don’t apologise,” he reached out and rubbed a hand along your upper arm to your shoulder. There it lingered, fingers slowly massaging for a moment.

“Were you hurt today?”

In only the short time since he came in, he had only squeezed out a smile once as he tried to reassure you.

At the shake of his head, you felt a knot in your chest release. But he still wasn’t happy.

“So what happened?”

“We didn’t go in at all. It was a lost cause,” he sat on the bed and kicked his shoes off without energy, “he shut the whole place down. It’s done for.”

With another huff, he fell back to lie on the bed. You did the same.

Weighty silence hovered over you both.

You had no idea how long you merely stared up at the ceiling, paralysed, before Taehyung moved. Slowly, he reached his hand out, fingers finding yours. As he intertwined your hands where they lay between you, you simply let your eyes slide shut, squeezing back.

“I know you’ll find something.”

Though you appreciated his support, he said it to assure himself as much as you.

Whether he could see or not, you nodded.

Just then, Tae’s familiar ringtone chimed in the silence. Pulling his phone from a pocket, he held it above him, checking the caller. Deciding it was worth it, he reluctantly pulled his had from yours to push himself up as he swiped across the screen and held the device to his ear.

Sitting up too, you could hear Jungkook’s voice crackling out from the phone.

“Hyung, I think I-I messed up-“

“Woah, Jungkook, what happened?”

“I was in Shinhyuk’s car, and I saw a file in there, he was looking through it, and it had you guys in it! It was labelled ‘bangtan’ and it’s full of information on everyone- I didn’t know he had that, but I just- I panicked, and I stole it, and now I have it but Shinhyuk’s leaving before me and he’ll notice it’s gone and- fuck-“

You caught Tae’s eye as you both listened in horror to the scared maknae.

“Where are you Kook?” Tae demanded, eyes breaking from yours.

“Um, at Y/N’s,” he replied, “the others are just packing away-“

But before he could finish, you had reached over and pulled the phone right out of Taehyung’s grasp.

“Jungkook,” you hissed into the receiver, “there’s two loose floorboards under my wardrobe at the back, they’re pretty quiet to move, can you hide it in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” the boy responded, “thanks.”

You lowered the phone to return to Tae, but suddenly brought it back to your ear.

“And don’t look at any of the stuff that’s already in there!”

“Oh- okay,” the boy sounded startled, but Tae seemed to find your miniature panic hilarious as he took the phone back and hung up.

Saying nothing, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at you.

“Oh, shut it,” you ignored the heat rising in your cheeks and shoved him lightly back onto the bed, where he only laughed louder.

“It’s not even- oh you are ridiculous,” you cried as he pulled you down on top of him, only making you turn redder.

In your embarrassment, you tried to wriggle away from him, pushing on his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, bringing you back down, grin ever-present on his face.

“Hey!” you protested, and then, “Ya! Stop! Tae-“

His hands reached down to tickle your sides, and you squirmed away from him again, only to have him follow, ending up on top of you as he mercilessly continued his attack, enjoying himself far too much.

“Ohmygod, ahh, Tae, please, aaaahahaha…”

Struggling, you writhed around, legs kicking out as you shrieked in protest before you finally reached his sides and exacted your revenge. He curled in on himself, giggling and apologising to get you to stop. You did, eventually, only to throw a pillow right at his face, though he easily caught it in the hands he had held up in surrender.

Both collapsing back onto the bed, you turned your head to one side, but you found he was already looking back at you. His laughter had dissipated into a smile which you returned.

“Thanks for helping out Kook,” he said earnestly, eyes boring into yours, “I told you that you would be helpful.”

This time, your heart soared with his praise.

You weren’t hopeful about finding ‘Soonjae’, or anything that could bring him away from Shinhyuk. Having gone through half the list already, the remaining two were the people Jungkook had the least information on.

Trudging through the morning, you were reluctant to take to the computer and be met with more inevitable defeat. Today you felt particularly tired, which didn’t help.

It was strange since you had slept for a long time, waking only after Taehyung had gone, leaving you missing his presence, even if you barely touched him while you shared a bed.

Nonetheless, you found yourself sifting through links and articles online, far from the first page of Google filled with celebrities and international news. With the little information you had on the man, you ended up reading through anything and everything containing the name Soonjae. Facebook profiles, comments on newspaper articles, a GoFundMe page…

Taking a sip of water, you scrolled idly to the bottom of the GoFundMe, which was for a child after all, no gang member, and read the ‘recent’ donations (the most recent being over a year old) and comments. Nothing.

Clicking on ‘show more’, you pulled up the full comment list and scanned through. For what, you weren’t sure. Most donations were small bits and pieces, but among the ones from three years ago, one was a little more sizeable. Along with it came an interesting comment: a woman called Sara was apologising for her ‘previous words’ and wishing the boy well.

You frowned as you read it. Though it was almost certainly unrelated, you were undeniably curious as to what she might have said to target an ill child.

Clicking next on the woman’s account, you decided to try and log in. After employing the password tricks Jake had showed you, you made it. The account had been created the same day as the donation was made on little Soonjae’s page, and appeared untouched since. You supposed this tangent had come to nothing, though you were certainly pleased with your skills after getting into the account.

Closing down the tab, you searched next for ‘Soonjae GoFundMe’. There was the campaign you had already seen, followed by a few that proved to be unrelated as well. You selected ‘next page’ with little hope.

Then something caught your eye.

About halfway down, the name Sara.

Quickly selecting the page, you found yourself on Facebook instead of GoFundMe, but what you found was certainly interesting. It was the same woman from the earlier page. This time she had posted a status:

If anyone on here donates to Soonjae’s fucking gofundme get ready to be cut out of my life XD cheaters don’t deserve your pity

That was certainly interesting. No wonder she had apologised to the boy – it also explained her big donation – probably given out of guilt.

But re-reading the status, you realised she couldn’t possibly be talking about the boy. Unless by ‘cheater’ she meant that he had cheated on a test in school, but you suspected that was not the case.

You clicked on her profile.

Her profile picture showed her holding a little boy that must be around ten, standing on a beach. Flipping through her older profile images, they stopped three years ago. Perhaps she had deleted all previous ones?

Only friends can see Sara’s photos

Only friends can see Sara’s timeline

“Not just friends…” you muttered, getting to work.

Unluckily for Sara, she had used the same password as on her GoFundMe, so you logged in easily.

The first thing you saw was that she reportedly lived in your city: a promising start. Scrolling through to three years ago, you saw only one other post close in time to her attack on Soonjae and his fundraising page:

Sara is feeling: heartbroken X(

That lead you nowhere, so you made your way back up her feed, seeing photos of her son and meals with friends. Few stuck out as anything but happy, all possibly related to the mysterious events of three years ago.

That’s right, delete your fucking facebook. I don’t need to worry about blocking you now XD

Sara is feeling: defeated☹: Just got out of court. Nrs

What was the point in all this? Just to prove something? Well you did, you proved I was right all along

Now you really were intrigued. You needed to find out what was going on, she was definitely linked to a Soonjae in your city, so you had reason to investigate further. Still, as you clicked on the messages icon, you felt very much like a trespasser.

Searching for ‘Soonjae’ at the top, two conversations were pulled up, both from three years ago. One with ‘Park Soonjae’ and one with ‘Help Soonjae’.

First choosing ‘Help Soonjae’, recognising the profile picture as the same image used on the GoFundMe, you read the exchange of messages.

Sara: What the fuck is this?

Sara: I can’t believe you’re pulling the pity card after what you’ve done

Help Soonjae: Excuse me?

Sara: You know what I mean

Help Soonjae: Ma’am, I don’t know you but please calm down. I will block you, this page is only trying to raise hospital funds for my son. I’d thank you to explain how this is ‘pulling the pity card’

Sara: Wait… Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!

Sara: I can’t apologise enough, I thought this was my husband’s page, he has the same name as your son! I didn’t check the page before messaging, I didn’t mean to offend you or your son

Sara: I’ll make a donation to your page to make up for this. I wish your son the best

Read 15:47

And that was the end of that. Wincing with second hand embarrassment, you quickly moved on to ‘Park Soonjae’.

Soon, you realised that the message history was long, but it all ended three years ago. You gave up on scrolling your way to the top, seeing that most messages consisted of ‘I love you’s and reminders to buy milk. The final conversation, however, gave you a lot more information.

Sara: What the fuck is this?

Then followed a screenshot of a GoFundMe page: Help Soonjae win Custody

Sara: You cheated. Maybe you should write that in your description.

Soonjae: Sara, I’ve told you I’m sorry

Sara: And I’ve told you that’s not enough. We are over

Soonjae: I can understand that. I just can’t understand why you want to keep my son from me!

Sara: HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL?!?!

Sara: I never want to see you again, and I don’t want kai to either

Soonjae: How can I make it up to you without going to court? I can’t afford the fees and you know it

Sara: You can’t ‘make it up’ to me. And it’s not my problem anymore if you can afford it or not. I’m blocking you

And that was it.

You wasted no time in opening Soonjae’s profile in a new tab, before taking a screenshot of the messages and logging out of Sara’s account.

Soonjae’s account was indeed deleted, confirming him as the target of Sara’s earlier status update. One search for new profiles under the same name showed no one promising. Your ‘breakthrough’ seemed more trivial now you had taken a step back from it. Without a picture of the Soonjae you had found, you couldn’t confirm if you were on the right target.

You had one last option, and searched for the GoFundMe Sara had sent a screenshot of. At last you found it, though it took a while as it had been declared finished and was from so long ago.

But, once you opened it, it turned out Sara’s screenshot hadn’t included the full photo at the top of the campaign. It had only showed a baby cradled in someone’s arms, but on the site, the full photo extended to show the man’s face.

This time, you did not scroll down.

You just stared.

There would be no need for Jungkook to verify if this was the right man. Those eyes had stared at you before from underneath a hoodie in your own bedroom not so long ago. And the hands that held his son had given you the wound in your side.

“Holy shit…” you breathed, taking a screenshot when you recovered from your shock.

Then you proceeded to scroll down. And it seemed like you had hit the jackpot.

The description had been updated, and the last lines read:

Thanks for the generosity. This page will be deactivated as I have now sourced funding from a private benefactor. Will update those who donated on the court result.

“Tae! Oh my god-“

You froze on the stairs.

On hearing the door opening downstairs, you had presumed Taehyung had returned, but instead, Yoongi stood in the hallway.

“Hi,” he said coolly.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but didn’t retreat back upstairs. Staring back at him, laptop and notebook clutched in your arms, you felt the need to share your breakthrough.

After a few seconds glaring at you, Yoongi moved away down the hallway. Taking a breath, you followed.

“Um, sorry, I thought you were Tae,” you spoke from the door.

“Ok,” came his short reply as he rooted in the fridge.

“Actually, er,” you pushed, making the boy at least turn around and acknowledge your presence, “I wanted to show him something. But… I can show you instead. You know how I was searching up Shinhyuk’s closest members, well, I think I found something.”

His unimpressed face vanished at least a little, and he nodded, taking a swig from the drink he had picked.

“Okay,” you placed the laptop on the island and opened the screenshots you had saved, “so I found this woman’s messages with a Soonjae in the city, they were getting divorced but he couldn’t afford the legal costs to fight for custody of their son.”

Yoongi leaned forwards to read the screen and you stepped aside, worrying your lip. Watching him read, you leaned against the counter to support your tired legs.

“Bastard,” he muttered.

“Pardon?”

“He cheated on her,” he said simply, gesturing towards the screen, drink in hand.

You hummed in agreement and flipped onto the second image.

“He set up this GoFundMe, but see how it says he then received funding from elsewhere.”

“Could be Shinhyuk, definitely,” Yoongi agreed, “I can send Jungkook this guy’s picture-“

“Actually, you don’t have to,” you cut in, “I, er, I recognise him. He was one of Shinhyuk’s that broke into my place.”

“Shit,” Yoongi breathed, turning to take a look back at the man on the screen, “good catch.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help but smile, “so… what now?”

Setting his drink aside, Yoongi bent over the counter and opened a new tab, sending the images to his own email, along with a final one of Sara’s details on Facebook.

“I think we have enough to work with. We can use the details for leverage and approach him.”

“Nice,” you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. Even if only Yoongi was around to see it, you were just proud to have hopefully helped bangtan get another rival under their belt, and get closer to defeating Shinhyuk.

It seemed Yoongi had finished with the laptop, even though he hadn’t yet left the kitchen or even picked his drink up again. Awkwardly, you stepped closer to shut the laptop and slide it off the counter.

Taking a stride back towards the door, you hesitated.

“Well, erm, thanks, I’ll just- yeah.”

“Wait.”

You turned back around, surprised at just how small Yoongi’s voice sounded. Not knowing what to say, you waited as he stood shuffling his feet.

At last he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Listen, I’m sorry for, you know… trying to kill you that time,” he said. His voice was quiet, as if a lower volume would allow him to pretend he never said it.

“Well there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear,” you chuckled.

“No, I really am,” he spoke stronger this time, actually looking at you, “I know I haven’t been the nicest and-“

“No, it’s okay,” you flashed him another smile, “I know you were just trying to protect Tae.”

He fell silent again for a moment, and you thought that might be it. But something was still on the tip of his tongue and he looked down, one hand coming to scratch his ear.

“I want to tell you I’m happy for you guys. You seem… well, really nice, and I know Tae thinks so too, and I trust him, so… yeah.”

Gulping, he looked up at you, trying to hide his mortification at the barrage of emotion he had just released. You just stared back at him, lost for words.

Maybe he had said something wrong?

“A-and, thank you for doing this work on Shinhyuk’s gang, it’ll really help us. What you did was really impressive-“

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally spluttered out, “what did you mean when you said you- you’re… you’re happy for us?”

Looking back at you, his eyes widened.

“Shit, are you guys not-“

You tried to swallow down any signs of how flustered you were, clutching the laptop tighter in front of your chest. Perhaps he didn’t mean what you thought he might-

“I thought you guys were dating. Shit.”

You couldn’t agree more with that last sentiment.

Just as you opened your mouth, without knowing what you planned on saying, you were saved by the bell. Or rather, the door.

Tae had finally come home. It would be an understatement to say he was surprised to find you and Yoongi together, in conversation too apparently. Hopefully Yoongi had finally quit his tough act and exposed his softness that Tae had insisted you would find eventually.

Yoongi was quick to inform Tae of what you had dug up on Soonjae. Taehyung put his hand on your shoulder, sending you a proud grin that made your heart race as he told you he knew you could do it.

The whole time you were aware of Yoongi watching the interaction, and you excused yourself as soon as you could, leaving the boys to themselves.

Practically running up the stairs, you were left panting as you closed the door to the bedroom. Just one short burst of speed had knocked you out, but that concern barely crossed your mind as you surrendered to the mattress, thinking only of what Yoongi had told you.

He thought you were dating? Ridiculous…

But then why had the suggestion got to you so much? Sure, you shared a bed with the guy, and you enjoyed being with him, and liked it when he held your hand or hugged you…

Fuck.

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More movies (and a tv series) on youtube to keep you busy

List 1 / List 2

Here’s a third update of movies that you can watch in full on youtube since you’re stuck inside

Documentaries about movies:

Visions of Light: The Art of Cinematography (1992): Featuring interviews with more than two dozen major cinematographers and a ton of clips, this is a useful and enjoyable primer for anyone interested in learning what a DoP does

Vittorio Storaro: Writing With Light (1992): This is a shorter (40 minute) television doc focusing on one specific cinematographer, Vittorio Storaro, famed for his collaborations with Bertolucci and for shooting Hollywood movies like Apocalypse Now and Reds

The Epic That Never Was (1965): In 1937, Josef Von Sternberg started shooting an adaptation of I, Claudius starring Charles Laughton as Claudius. Dirk Boagarde hosts this lively documentary examining why the film was never completed, featuring the surviving footage from the 1937 shoot.

Hollywood: A Celebration of the American Silent Film (1980): Kevin Brownlow and David Gill’s 13-episode miniseries about the silent film era is considered the gold standard for documentaries about film history, but the impossibility of negotiating the rights to all the clips used at a reasonable price has kept it off of dvd or blu-ray. Luckily, that didn’t stop someone from putting it on youtube, although episode 12 has in fact been blocked due to a copyright claim.

Buster Keaton: A Hard Act To Follow (1987) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3: Another Kevin Brownlow and David Gill miniseries, this one, as you’ve probably guessed, covers the life and films of Buster Keaton over three episodes.

More movies:

Powell/Pressburger: Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, aka the Archers, were one of the greatest writer/director teams in film history (and a favorite of Scorsese, who seemingly made it his life’s mission to ensure that their films were restored and available), and three of their incredibly charming, magical movies are on youtube. Of the available ones, I Know Where I’m Going! is probably the best to start with.

I Know Where I’m Going! (1945): Dave Kehr on the film: “Michael Powell's 1945 film resists easy classification: it opens as a screwball comedy, grows into a mystical, Flaherty-like study of man against the elements, and concludes as a warm romance. Wendy Hiller, in one of the best roles the movies gave her, is a toughened, materialistic young woman on her way to meet her millionaire fiance in the Hebrides; Roger Livesey is the young man she meets when a storm blows up and prevents her crossing to the islands. Funny and stirring, in quite unpredictable ways, with the usual Powellian flair for drawing the universal out of the screamingly eccentric.”

A Canterbury Tale (1944): The Criterion jacket copy: “Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s beloved classic A Canterbury Tale is a profoundly personal journey to Powell’s bucolic birthplace of Kent, England. Set amid the tumult of the Second World War, yet with a rhythm as delicate as a lullaby, the film follows three modern-day incarnations of Chaucer’s pilgrims—a melancholy “landgirl,” a plainspoken American GI, and a resourceful British sergeant—who are waylaid in the English countryside en route to the mythical town and forced to solve a bizarre village crime. Building to a majestic climax that ranks as one of the filmmaking duo’s finest achievements, the dazzling A Canterbury Tale has acquired a following of devotees passionate enough to qualify as pilgrims themselves.”

Gone To Earth (1950): Made under unhappy circumstances (David O. Selznick producing), this is a gorgeous technicolor romance starring Jennifer Jones as a nature loving young woman forced into a choice between two “civilized” men, with tragic results.

Straub/Huillet: If you’re looking for something easy and relaxing to watch during the quarantine, I’d recommend literally anything else other than the films of Jean-Marie Straub and Danièle Huillet. J. Hoberman on the couple: “Straub-Huillet, as they preferred to be called, are cinema’s conscience — an antidote to all the junk movies you’ve ever seen. Drawing on Kafka, Cézanne, Brecht, Schoenberg and Malraux, to name only some of their best-known sources, Straub-Huillet films are meant to raise ethical questions on subjects as varied as proper camera placement and the appropriate political approach to the subject.“We make our films so that audiences can walk out of them,” Mr. Straub once said, perhaps not altogether in jest.” Of the available ones, Class Relations, their adaptation of Kafka’s unfinished novel Amerika, seems to be agreed upon as the easiest place to start as it’s the closest to a straightforward narrative, although History Lessons has also been recommended as a relatively easy starting place by some people. Not Reconciled, which compresses an epic Heinrich Boll novel following three generations throughout multiple timelines into 52-minutes, is not recommended to start with. MUBI did a retrospective of their works and had essays commissioned for each one to help viewers out so I’ll link those with each film. Hit Closed Captions for subtitles.

Not Reconciled (1965): Here’s a 10-minute video essay by critic Richard Brody that will help you have a slightly easier time with Not Reconciled if you decide to give it a try. Here’s the MUBI essay

Othon (1970): In the 17th century Pierre Corneille wrote Othon, set in ancient Rome. Straub-Huillet’s adaptation is shot in the actual ruins of Roman palaces with modern buildings and cars visible in the background. The MUBI essay

History Lessons (1972): An adaptation of Bertolt Brecht’s The Business Affairs of Julius Caesar. From the MUBI essay: “In the film, an unnamed young man tours Rome and conducts interviews with toga-clad members of ancient Roman society on the subject of “C,” meaning of course Julius Caesar. It plays like Citizen Kane shorn of any of the flashbacks that bulk out that film: here, it is all exposition, reminisces, impressions. Interspersed through these sedentary discussions are a series of randomly protracted car rides through the city, all recorded in unbroken takes from the backseat of the young man’s Fiat 500.From this brief description alone, I’m sure you can see why structuralist-minded academics in the seventies had a field day.“

Fortini/Canti (1976): From the MUBI essay: “In Fortini/Canti, the Italian Communist writer Franco Fortini reads aloud from his Dogs of the Sinai (only recently translated into English for the first time), a memoir of his life as an Italian Jew and an extended reflection on the aftermath of the Third Arab–Israeli War of 1967 and its representation in the Italian media and by the political class. [...] Like all of Straub-Huillet’s movies, this astonishingly combative film follows an internal rhythm born out of the particulars of landscape, of speech, and of the physiognomies of its actors. It begins with an extended recording of a television newscast about Israel/Palestine (thus distancing the audience from the warped words and images on screen), a quotation from Fortini that connects like a punch in the jaw (“People don’t like having to change their minds. When they have to, they do so in secret. The certainty of having been tricked turns into cynicism. Gain for the cause of conservatism”), and then alternates between short jabs like these and more sustained verbal and visual attacks.”

Too Early/Too Late (1982): Serge Daney on the film: “No actors, not even characters. If there is an actor in TOO EARLY, TOO LATE, it’s the landscape. This actor has a text to recite: History, of which it is the living witness. The actor performs with a certain amount of talent: the cloud that passes, a breaking loose of birds, a break in the clouds; this is what the landscape’s performance consists of. This kind of performing is meteorological. One hasn’t seen anything like it for quite some time. Since the silent period, to be precise.” The MUBI essay

Class Relations (1984): The aforementioned adaptation of Kafka’s Amerika, often recommended as a place to start with Straub/Huillet. The MUBI essay

Hitchcock: Back to fun stuff, three Hitchcock classics.

The 39 Steps (1935): Dave Kehr: “As an artist, Alfred Hitchcock surpassed this early achievement many times in his career, but for sheer entertainment value it still stands in the forefront of his work.“

Shadow of a Doubt (1943): Kehr again: “Alfred Hitchcock’s first indisputable masterpiece. . . . Hitchcock’s discovery of darkness within the heart of small-town America remains one of his most harrowing films, a peek behind the facade of security that reveals loneliness, despair, and death. Thornton Wilder collaborated on the script; it’s Our Town turned inside out.“

Spellbound (1945): No one would argue it’s Hitchcock’s best and the psychoanalysis is very dated but with Gregory Peck, Ingrid Bergman, and Dali-designed dream sequences there’s still enjoyment to be had.

Ozu: One of Japan’s most beloved and revered filmmakers, he’s primarily known for his post-WWII family dramas, but his career stretched back to the silent era (although most of his silent films are lost). I Was Born But... is a good place to start but it’s not representative of the style he’s known for. Late Spring is where his later style fully emerges, and it’s a good place to start, so you might want to go in chronological order with these (Tokyo Story, widely considered one of the greatest films of all time, is also not a bad place to start).

I Was Born But... (1932): Jonathan Rosenbaum on the film: “One of Yasujiro Ozu's most sublime films, this late Japanese silent describes the tragicomic disillusionment of two middle-class boys who see their father demean himself by groveling in front of his employer; it starts off as a hilarious comedy and gradually becomes darker. Ozu's understanding of his characters and their social milieu is so profound and his visual style—which was much less austere and more obviously expressive during his silent period—so compelling that the film carries one along more dynamically than many of the director's sound classics. Though regarded in Japan mainly as a conservative director, Ozu was a trenchant social critic throughout his career, and the devastating understanding of social context that he shows here is full of radical implications.“

The Only Son (1936): Criterion’s jacket copy: “Yasujiro Ozu’s first talkie, the uncommonly poignant The Only Son is among the Japanese director’s greatest works. In its simple story about a good-natured mother who gives up everything to ensure her son’s education and future, Ozu touches on universal themes of sacrifice, family, love, and disappointment. Spanning many years, The Only Son is a family portrait in miniature, shot and edited with its maker’s customary exquisite control.”

Late Spring (1949): Ignatiy Vishnevetsky: “Each shot in Late Spring is striking on its own; the mature Ozu belongs to that rare category of filmmakers whose work can be recognized from a single frame. But together—with all their abrupt shifts in visual perspective and time—they become a mosaic, deeply poignant and ultimately mysterious in the way it envisions a relationship between two people trapped by how much they care for one another. There are domestic dramas, and then there’s this.“

Tokyo Story (1953): Dave Kehr: “The film that introduced Yasujiro Ozu, one of Japan's greatest filmmakers, to American audiences (1953). The camera remains stationary throughout this delicate study of conflicting generations in a modern Japanese family, save for one heartbreaking moment when Ozu tracks around a corner to discover the grandparents, alone and forgotten. A masterpiece, minimalist cinema at its finest and most complex.“

Early Spring (1956): Ozu on the film: “I wanted to portray the life of a white-collar man — his happiness over graduating and becoming a member of society. His hopes for the future when he got his job have gradually dissolved and he realizes that, even though he has worked for years, he has accomplished nothing worth talking about. By delineating his life over a period of time, I wanted to portray what you might call the pathos of the white-collar life...I tried to avoid anything that would be dramatic and to accumulate only casual scenes of everyday life in hopes that the audience would feel the sadness of that kind of life”

Equinox Flower (1958): Vincent Canby: “One of Ozu's least dark comedies, which is not to say that it's carefree, but, rather, that it's gentle and amused in the way that it acknowledges time's passage, the changing of values and the adjustments that must be made between generations.“

Late Autumn (1960): Peter Bradshaw: “Another gem from the Ozu canon, a masterpiece of tendernesss and serio-comic charm, as tonally ambiguous and morally complex as anything he ever made.“

And the tv series:

The Armando Iannucci Shows: You may know Armando Iannucci from his films, In The Loop and The Death of Stalin, or from some of his other television shows like The Thick of It or Veep, or from his involvement in all the Alan Partridge series with Steve Coogan. You probably missed The Armando Iannucci shows, his stream of consciousness sketch comedy that ran for one season back in 2001 (it didn’t help that it debuted in September of 2001), but it’s probably the most purely funny thing he’s ever done.

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Fic Writer Questions

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

67 altogether on Ao3

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

543,168 on Ao3 alone

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Several. I have written for Beyblade (original series), Yu-Gi-Oh! (original series), Star Wars, Star Trek (both TOS and AOS), Doctor Who, Torchwood, Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural, and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most of my Ao3 fics are Supernatural, so here we go

Your Time is Gonna Come (Dean/Castiel, 43010 words) - This story is based on the song “Hotel California” and was originally meant to be part of a S16 group story project that never happened. Instead of just sitting on the idea I decided to write it. It’s a case!fic, pretend marriage story where Cas and Dean go undercover as a married couple at a hotel where guests are disappearing.

A Sign of Affection (Dean/Castiel, 2159 words) - This was one of the first Destiel stories I ever wrote and posted to Ao3. It’s just a cute little fluff piece where Sam explains different kiss meanings to Castiel who tries them out on Dean.

Secrets and Chains (Dean/Sam/Castiel, 42082 words) - I wrote this one for the 2015 Supernatural Kink Big Bang. Never got an artist for it, unfortunately, but I am still proud of this fic. I thought about what the strangest thing the boys could encounter could be, and a hidden sex dungeon and magical flying dildo in the bunker was it.

Unintentional Date (Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen, 4918 words) Written for Valentine’s Day 2021. I needed some more Destiel in my life so I wrote a ‘getting together’ fic where the boys go on an unintentional date after Sam asks Dean to let him and Eileen have the bunker for Valentine’s Day. I really like how it turned out, even if it’s a tad dialogue heavy. It’s pure fluff.

Breathe Trilogy (Jack/Ianto, various, 85,403 words) - My Torchwood series. The third fic alone has the fifth most kudos of all my Ao3 fics. Each story was written for a challenge on Torchwood Australia back in roughly 2007-2008. The first story was based on the song “Relax (Take it Easy)” by Mika (I song I still use as my phone ringtone) and the rest went from there.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Depends on the comment. If they ask a question I generally do respond, yes, but often there is no way to respond. I do wish eternal thanks on everyone who comments on my fics though. I love getting comments and hearing peoples favourite parts of my stories.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh man. I did one Beyblade story once where I killed everyone. I mean literally everyone. Because I could. I also have a Doctor Who/Torchwood story where the Doctor writes a letter to Jack after he/she dies for the final time leaving him the TARDIS. That’s more bittersweet than anything.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings so it’s hard to pick just one. Most of the time the guy gets the guy in the end.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t think Doctor Who/Torchwood count as they’re in the same universe, but that’s about the extent of it.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yes. I’ve had death threats. Let’s just say that the Nick/Greg part of CSI was very hated by a section of the fandom for homophobic reasons. It didn’t help that the Network played into that homophobia.

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I love writing smut. I may be asexual but I love the reactions I can get out of people. I find the whole concept of smut fascinating. I’ve also dabbled in BDSM in a few of my stories, including my Control (Jensen/Jared/Misha) series. I’ve also written two orgies over the years (one in the aforementioned Control series, and one for Torchwood).

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes and no. Parts of my Torchwood Breathe Trilogy appeared in Doctor Who Series 11 in episodes written by Chris Chibnall, who had formally worked on Torchwood. They were very, very, VERY big coincidences if they didn’t come from my stories. Just some names changed, but the events were extremely similar and happened in three episodes.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes I have. To Russian and Polish. Mostly my Beyblade stories though.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A few times. I’ve had both good and bad experiences with co-writing. If you get a good co-writer what you can do is amazing. I even co-wrote with six other people at one point and that was great fun. I’ve also had an experience where the co-writer was self-projecting onto a character hard to the point the character was wildly OOC which ruined the experience. So yes, I’ve co-written and experienced both the best and worst of it.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Jack/Ianto will always hold a special place in my heart. After that it’s Dean/Sam/Castiel, and Spock/Bones. I also like Jensen/Misha in RPF.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It’s a Yu-Gi-Oh series. I wrote the first two parts of a five part series that I never finished. It has always bothered me. Also a Star Wars series I wrote back in late 90s/early 2000s. I got five stories deep. I was always bothered by the fact I couldn’t complete the love triangle of that series because there was a blanket “no homosexuality permitted” rule on the site I was writing for.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I’ve been trained as a script-writer so dialogue comes naturally to me. I love writing conversations between characters.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I don’t know why, but I’ve always struggled with them. While dialogue just flows, I always get stuck with descriptions. I’ve had it pointed out that I need to add more to stories to break up the dialogue as my fics are too dialogue heavy. I’m working on it.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I used to try and do this when I was younger, but now I avoid it unless it is a common saying in that language. Latin, for example, has some sayings in it that I have used. But for the most part yes, I avoid writing in other languages.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars. It’s where my username comes from in fact. Clarrisani was an original (mary sue) character I wrote when I was 14. I was very much into the Expanded Universe of Star Wars and heavily into the Kyp Durron/Jaina Solo pairing that I wrote many fics for. I even won a couple of fandom awards for my writing at the time which is pretty good for being that young.

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I love all of my fan fictions, but the Breathe Trilogy is probably my favourite. I don’t know what it is about it but it just seems to be holding up well with time. It was fun to write and came so easily to me. I was also surrounded by a very supportive fandom at the time before everything went to shit (I blame you RTD with your American Torchwood spinoff!). Plus I adore Jack/Ianto and still buy the little dribs and drabs they give us via the audiobooks. Seriously - “Serenity” by James Moran is an amazing audiobook and I love John Barrowman and Gareth David-Lloyd doing their characters in it.

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Robert James Rader

Rader was not portrayed in Band of Brothers

The real Robert Rader

Robert James Rader was born October 9, 1923 in Manchester, Ohio. His parents were Walter and Bessie Rader. They had already had two kids, Walter Jr. and Charles William, when they Robert. After Robert was born, they had three more kids: Richard, Mary, and Ralph.

His father had previously served in World War 1, in the All-American Division. Which I believe is the 82nd Airborne. Correct me if I’m wrong on that. His father had fought in 5 major battles. He had been wounded and gassed. When his father returned he works as a stone cutter for a cemetery. Due to all this, Walter’s health was never the best.

Money was very, very tight. Robert’s family was very poor. Poor enough to eat road kill when circumstances allowed it. To make sure everyone got food, Robert made a difficult choice. Walter Jr., Charles William, and Robert all enlisted in the Ohio National Guard. Robert did so illegally, because he was underage. He was 16 at the time. This was so they’d get fed by the National Guard and their servings would go to those at home, instead. He got paid around $0.72 a day.

Robert lived in the same town as Donald Hoobler. They were close friends throughout their childhood. They played sports, swam in the nearby Ohio River, and even stole some watermelons. His love of sports continued in High School, and he started playing a few.

Pearl Harbor occurred while Robert was still in the National Guard. He was not in the National Guard for long after that, because they found out his real age and kicked him out. They gave him an honorable discharge, which would allow him to sit the war out. Once out of the National Guard, Robert went back to high school and graduated in 1942. He was the first in his family to ever graduate high school.

Donald Hoobler was the one who talked him and another friend William Howell into enlisting in the paratroopers. They enlisted a few short months after Robert’s graduate on August 22, 1942 at Fort Thomas Newport, in Kentucky.

Robert was one of the original Toccoa men. He got the lovely joy of training under the blessing that is Sobel.

Training under Sobel was tough. Sobel made a lot of boys in Easy hate him. And although Robert did not like Sobel, he respected Easy for making them tough enough to survive the war.

Guarnere gave him the nickname Rook. Although no one knows quite why he was given that nickname since he didn’t play chess. His family thinks it might have been a very loose Italian version of his last name Rader. But they never confirmed this idea.

Robert, Howell, and Hoobler went by a different nickname all together. Although this one was self given. They called themselves the “three hillbillies”. They were country boys and the rest of the company believed their “Appalachian” accent was weird. The trio made a friend named William Dukeman, who was from Colorado.

While the physical training had been hard, Robert loved Jump School. He really likes the higher jumps, making more jumps than he was required to get his wings. Although his love of jumps did not always go in his favor. During one jump, an ammunition holder (a large box made out of a type of metal) came loose (a common thing during jumps but not normally a typical form of injury) and hit him in the head. It caused a detached retina, which can result in vision problems. I do not know if Robert himself had any.

Robert made the trip across the sea with the rest of Easy Company. They arrived in Aldbourne, England. Where they remainded until it was time for the Normandy jump. During his free time, Robert played basketball and baseball.

When D-Day arrived, Robert was with Easy Company. His plane had Johnny Martin in it. He was sitting next to Martin when a shell burst through the plane and between their heads. Their plane took 250 hits altogether.

His pilot had been hit in the foot, causing a panic and miscommunication occurred. The pilot believed all the men had jumped and his plane was clear to go back to England. He turned the plane back towards England. The men realized they had to jump and they had to jump NOW. And they all quickly got out of the plane.

Robert, like most of Easy, lost all of his weapons in his jump. His landing in a pasture, was not a great one either. He landed hard, fracturing 3 vertabrae in his back. He ignored the pain and continued, he never did get this injury checked or fixed.

The first person he saw in Normandy was Burr Smith. Burr gave him a few weapons, so he finally had something. They were near Ste. Mère-Église when they engaged in minor combat against Poles and Russians who were fighting for Germany.

Robert played a small part in a Brecourt Manor with Richard Winters. He was between the guns and the beach front, making sure that the Germans didn’t flee back and recruit help.

Around the area of Carentan, Robert was in charge of a small squad. His squad engaged a group of Hitler Youth in combat. When the boys stated they’d die for Hitler, Robert knew they’d have to kill them. When they stopped firing, he saw boys, both his own and the Hitler Youth, laying out dead on the ground. At that moment, Robert promised that he’d focus the rest of his life on helping children.

Easy Company withdrew to Aldbourne. They rested there until it was time for the Holland jump. September 17, 1944, Robert and Easy jumped into Holland. For 79 days, Robert has nearly everyday contact with the Germans and fighting.

In Holland, he was injured during combat. Not by a German gun though. While hiding in a barn, a man next to Robert started cleaning his gun. It went off and hit Robert in the elbow. Robert was sent to the nearby aid station but they couldn’t send him back to England, there was no way for him to get a ship home at that moment. Without a way to England, Robert went back to Easy Company. When he arrived, he performed a bayonet charge shortly after. Injured arm and all.

His friend, Dukeman from Colorado, was hit and killed October 5, 1944. His son’s middle name was Dukeman in honor of this man, his friend and fellow brother in arms.

After returning from Holland, the boys were taken to Mourmelon. On their journey to Bastogne, they were given hot chocolate. But whoever drank it, ended getting horribly sick. Robert was one of the boys who drank it and spent his trip feeling awful.

Bastogne was cold. They had very little supplies and ammo and no winter weather gear. They were in the middle of a terrible winter and were completely unprepared for fighting during it. The cold was so bad, Robert’s eyelids froze open. He soon lost the feeling in his legs and arms. He even got shot in the hip at Bastogne and didn’t notice until 1987, more than 40 years later, during a CAT scan that had picked up his injury.

But the men did have some relief. Robert and Hoobler, the two best friends, took Christmas Eve night post, leaving the rest of the men to relax. It was their version of a Christmas present to everyone, sparing them the struggle.

Hoobler died shortly afterwards on January 3, 1945. Robert was deeply upset and affected by the death of Hoobler, his friend from childhood. Like Dukeman, who died in October, he later named his son after Donald Hoobler. His son’s name was Donald Dukeman Rader, in honor of his close friends.

In Bastogne, Howell, another friend, was injured. He survived his injury and retuned home. Bastogne left Robert nearly without any friends.

Near Foy, Robert instructed his men to dig their foxholes out in the open field, farther away from the shelter of the trees. This would let his men be exposed, causing some panic among his squad. But they listened anyways. Robert was proven right when shelling went over the heads of Robert’s squad and into the forest around them, shattering trees and anything in its way. His squad was fine, without any major injuries.

Robert was discharged November 1945. He had earned a Purple Heart but turned it down, saying,“How could I receive it when do msnt others were wounded so badly?” He was awarded the Broze Star for his service.

He arrived back home at night. He went inside and went to sleep without waking anyone. His mother had been boarding soldiers, always coming and going, and when she saw her son, she didn’t recognize him. The war had changed him so much.

Throughout the war, he had saved all his money and sent it home to his mother. While he had wanted her to spend it, she had not and instead had saved it for his return.

He returned to school and attended Morehead State College on his GI Bill and sports scholarship. His legs had suffered tremendously in Bastogne and his sports career never got far and he lost his scholarship.

Robert transferred over to Cedarville College, a Baptist school. He was not religious but his friends attended so he went. The school was a dry school, meaning he couldn’t drink, but he found a way to sneak alcohol in. He would use a pulley system to get it up to him and would freeze it outside during the winter months. He still played baseball and basketball, but not on a scholarship. Somehow, even though he was a wild child, he received his bachelors degree in education.

He used his degree to become a teacher and in the 1950s he moved from Ohio to California, following the move of several of his friends. In California , he met Lucille, a nurse. They had been set up on a blind date and began dating. They were married on February 14, 1953, Valentine’s Day.

Robert got a job at the California School for Boys. After that job he got another teaching job in the Paso Robles school district. He worked at this school until his retirement, 25 years later. During his first few years teaching at this school, he worked 2 jobs. He was a teacher and an assistant manager at the Paso Robles airport, where he fueled airplanes. His reasoning behind these two jobs was that the airport job earned him social security, the teaching did not.

Lucille remained a nurse, taking a short time to be a stay at home mom when two kids were born. He didn’t get much time off for hobbies, since he was working so much. But he did play softball and go fishing. He continued to love sports till his final day, even buying two TVs to put in one room so that he could watch two events at the same time.

His children, Donald and Robin. Robin was born in October 1953. Donald was born in May of 1958. As a family, they traveled to National Parks together and went to Easy Company Reunions. At one Easy Company Reunion, Donald Dukeman was allowed to shoot a gun at the age 7, and Robin, even though she was older, was not allowed. No matter how much she begged.

Robert also volunteered with the local fire department for 10 years. As he volunteered, he once experiences a huge fire that burned all night. When he came home, he got ready and just went to school to teach.

He was a strict teacher, there was no nonsense in his call room. All the wild children were sent to him so he could deal with them. He would get his students attention by throwing an eraser at his chalkboard and one time even picked up and threw a rowdy kid out the door of his room.

But he started teaching handicapped kids and his eraser and kid throwing days were over. He became a bit softer.

He also coached basketball and cross country for his school. In his 10 years coaching cross country, 7 of his teams went to the finals. He had two All-American runners as well. He was very proud of his team.

He did keep in touch with men from Easy Company. He wrote letters and had Bull Randlemen and Mike Ranney visit a few times. He was extremely close with Bull. He also was visited by Leo Matz, a squad member of his. He signed his letters to Easy Company: “Robert J. Rader, here. Be good. Be carful. Sleep Warm.”

He adjusted fairly easy to normal life, but like every Easy Company man, seemed to struggle with the winter months. Bastogne and Hoobler’s death hit him hard. Whenever the holidays came around, he got quiet for days at a time. When his daughter asked, he explained Christmas reminded him of Hoobler.

Robert struggled with health problems all of his life. He retired in 1981 due to health problems. In total, he has 2 heart surgeries with 9 bypasses, lost a kidney, had an aortic aneurisms, as well as stomach ulcers and an bladder problem. Doctors ended having to cut half of his stomach away. He carried on, even going golfing one time immediately after a surgery.

After his retirement, he and Lucille continued to travel to Paris and Holland. They took long walks and went golfing together. They continued to travel as his health failed, although they had to watch his diet.

His health did not last long though, his always active lifestyle changed toward the end of his life. He had to lay down a lot and couldn’t sit up much. He lost weight and his heart was failing. His last few months were spend writing letters and watching sports. He eventually lost his appetite and his other kidney failed.

Within the last week of his life, he didn’t want to get out of his pajamas, which was the real sign something was wrong. He had always gotten dressed and ready to go. Within a few days after this, his blood pressure dropped and his family took him to the hospital.

On his final day in the world, Lucille went home early. She was really tired and needed to rest. After she left, Robert asked his kids: “Is she okay?” Concerned about his wife even when he was in the hospital.

Later that day, he went to sleep and passed away. He died April 7, 1997. He was buried under trees in a cemetery.

A bridge was dedicated in his memory, a sign of all the lives he had touched. The project was led by citizens of Paso Robles, started by a former student of his. It is named the Robert J. Rader Memorial Bridge. At the dedication of his bridge, several Easy Company men attended including Buck Compton, Bill Manyard, Rod Bain, Ed Joint, Bill Wagner, Don Malarkey, Jack McGrath, Earl McLung, and Shifty Powers.

Be good. Be careful. Sleep Warm.

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Many nations now making airplane

scratched fish scales makes coins of any nation once a sample or samples are placed while white guava mixture with the same makes even notes as well as red guava solution mixed with the former solution while white guava makes even coins as ground-nut brown outer peel, most of boiled 1, makes notes when inserted in milk or inserted in red guava solution and with coin in white guava solution 1 as well as with ripe mango solution dude.

Reasons why people love earthly things and many a family know not is having tetanus virus in ya head bone musles with if treated/removed and vacine employed, u refute being rude and became soft with life as loving being alone in an enclosed space and reduces the likes of earthly things as stated above. We can get many in a limbo yet we know not the above hidden truth explained above, reasons why even most white people infuse the same virus on people when lkids to move the world business a head as if u got that virus it makes u love earthly things more and u relent not as u got the rearing to go spirit in you. U can use break fluid mix with much water to inject into ya system b4 u resort to the vacine to make u hate life and even women as many know not of the above truth but now its handy u got it.

Some1 on me, cause a woman he thinks he can not win, he can win by dismissing my ways as tinting my name/image. Stop dude, too grown up 4 that, educate ya kid, if he cant continue with high school, save that cash u use to take him to school and help him start business early as what u think he can make now we know how to make and he is now a hoot to us as u walk with him that the only thing he misses to make such as in the link above in large life which u u cant afford but must get it from people. Stop anger dude, chorea story ya difu, u stupid braggart, come out we fight, stop acting like a rodent, u silly crazy animal of pretense of helping people yet know nothing. U will be shot like with helicopter story, as we locate such people dude, wanting from some1 as if their manhood belonged to ya, eblotongi, those tricks surface not 4 ya advice, Jinga hii. Innovation is 1 man guitar not a tribe, i don’t see a tribe claiming the same below.

Airplane made in S-sudan and Sudan images in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AT76cinBzQc

https://www.sudantribune.com/Sudan-to-begin-aircraft-production,31601

When u conceptualize the ideas explained in tumblr a/c sirjustice50, u see Uganda and Tanzania capital well ahead out of Kenyan capital as they got no import from Kenya as Kenya out of huge population imports cooking oil, sugar, milk from Uganda as maize floor from Tanzania, the only thing both import is wheat as in the link below which makes even Ethiopia well ahead of Kenya after knowing how to make their own machines as they got huge wheat volume set aside 4 export, the Kenyan 1 just saves the country exports as out of continued population growth, needs import to meet the created deficit

https://www.emerald.com/insight/content/doi/10.1108/IJCCSM-02-2018-0015/full/html#:~:text=The%20most%20important%20wheat%20producing,South%20Africa%20(0.5%20Mha).

https://www.world-grain.com/articles/10887-sub-saharan-africa-falling-short-in-grain-production

https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/top-wheat-producing-countries.html

Wheat has less use as compared to maize, as wheat flakes grows 1 bald so fellows desist from the same and resort to corn/maize flakes.

https://www.quora.com/Are-wheat-flakes-better-than-corn-flakes#:~:text=When%20compared%20with%20cornflakes%2C%20they,they%20are%20loaded%20with%20fiber.

https://www.fitday.com/fitness-articles/nutrition/healthy-eating/healthy-breakfast-corn-flakes-vs-shredded-wheat.html

What u say they refute and stand up as u say something out of hand pleasing them not as they want u to do their own shit bro, the kikuyu blooded, still u got things on store which if u be good many people will cling to ya so u dismantle with ya dubious acts. Dude style up bro!!!!

Get a glimpse of Burundi made airplane, bobona, in the below link

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2Fnd_JTRtP9FE%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dnd_JTRtP9FE&tbnid=wmAAqpL-N1ZmYM&vet=12ahUKEwiyk5K1-MzqAhUDwYUKHSegB8UQMygAegUIARCmAQ..i&docid=ufGtHkEi-0OvjM&w=1280&h=720&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20burundi&ved=2ahUKEwiyk5K1-MzqAhUDwYUKHSegB8UQMygAegUIARCmAQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nd_JTRtP9FE

Ablogoyi gi lungu nyako ni as in the link below, Kikuyu where are u, fell off drone to down crust, 4 ya information if u did not know, ablogoyo cianda ne motimo chieth no, Minaj and magdalin jaluth, chwado gi rabber band to aweyo kata arido skat tii, to achwado gi oleng mar ywech

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54wxB7_9cHQ

Somalia but Sudan made airplane, Comoros, Seychelles and cape Verde in the link below

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.aljazeera.com%2Fmritems%2Fimagecache%2Fmbdxxlarge%2Fmritems%2FImages%2F2016%2F2%2F6%2F85c49e9aa0b94edbbf2296d0215c1222_18.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.aljazeera.com%2Fnews%2F2016%2F02%2Fofficials-blast-somalia-airplane-caused-bomb-160206191753414.html&tbnid=PhS7Ov8HLolVoM&vet=12ahUKEwixgZGD_MzqAhVdgM4BHSNnAvwQMygCegUIARCrAQ..i&docid=SzYgTFwSWOlugM&w=800&h=450&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20djibouti&ved=2ahUKEwixgZGD_MzqAhVdgM4BHSNnAvwQMygCegUIARCrAQ

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/336573772126918916/

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ch-aviation.com%2Fportal%2Fstock%2F6752.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ch-aviation.com%2Fportal%2Fnews%2F85002-cabo-verde-airlines-briefly-delays-but-meets-december-wages&tbnid=MUQ40xpTkmSAoM&vet=12ahUKEwiL86WG_czqAhUXw4UKHSh4BrkQMygCegUIARCmAQ..i&docid=EBIveK7nw7RTOM&w=794&h=275&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20cape%20verde&ved=2ahUKEwiL86WG_czqAhUXw4UKHSh4BrkQMygCegUIARCmAQ

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Funusualtraveler.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F08%2F2017-05-12-10.47.24.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.unusualtraveler.com%2Fprincipe%2F&tbnid=-DQSUggX20I4MM&vet=12ahUKEwi2zMmq_czqAhVCQRoKHU8FAGEQMygHegUIARC0AQ..i&docid=azWQ0p33TcAq0M&w=2448&h=730&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20%20sao%20tome%20and%20principle&ved=2ahUKEwi2zMmq_czqAhVCQRoKHU8FAGEQMygHegUIARC0AQ

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fnew.observer.org.sz%2Fadministrator%2Fnews%2F1523741012.png&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fnew.observer.org.sz%2Fdetails.php%3Fid%3D4645&tbnid=zBhau25EQ8i6LM&vet=12ahUKEwiwnLjF_czqAhUP_BoKHURUCSIQMygAegUIARCmAQ..i&docid=ObMnNl3LpDfmeM&w=640&h=409&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20%20swaziland&hl=en&ved=2ahUKEwiwnLjF_czqAhUP_BoKHURUCSIQMygAegUIARCmAQ

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fupload.wikimedia.org%2Fwikipedia%2Fcommons%2Fthumb%2Fa%2Faa%2FMaseru_airport_%25284019614223%2529.jpg%2F1200px-Maseru_airport_%25284019614223%2529.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FMoshoeshoe_I_International_Airport&tbnid=j0yJZSKmyCjtpM&vet=12ahUKEwimgpDS_czqAhUNgRoKHfCoClgQMygBegUIARCrAQ..i&docid=iw3qYmCvW9BbEM&w=1200&h=800&q=airplane%20images%20made%20in%20%20lesotho&hl=en&ved=2ahUKEwimgpDS_czqAhUNgRoKHfCoClgQMygBegUIARCrAQ

https://www.google.com/search?q=airplane+images+made+in++lesotho&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiwnLjF_czqAhUP_BoKHURUCSIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=airplane+images+made+in++lesotho&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1D3sQFY_bwBYILEAWgAcAB4AIABqwKIAcULkgEFMC41LjKYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=1cQNX_DdC4_4a8SopZAC&bih=753&biw=1135&hl=en#imgrc=unVgaZZkHw9SdM

Tryna give my message to the world the best way i can in the song link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=twista+ft+faith+evans&oq=twista+ft+faith+evans&aqs=chrome..69i57j46j0l3.5871j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

New machines in the link below as well as Kenyan Made E-tuk tuk

https://www.the-star.co.ke/news/2020-06-17-nys-backs-electric-tuk-tuk-innovation/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKnV5IYAfTE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4k5VAW3qOu4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOZlCnoknho

Putin sending folks to stub my eye this time round, gotten unto ya hadi hewa yako yamwisho will i never sit with u in 1 table as its point black am not hooligan now good as his plans stopped as am above ya in thinking and mind, don’t wait 4 dubious ways to be 1st as in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqGR_Bzfm1U

They get into drones get up high and land in foreign lands as the same can be stopped using digital telescope mounted on TV to see the intruder up high not as opposed to the normal 1 u see via ya own eye like with binoculars as in the link below as well in shadow SA movie the white man grabbed on a tie up high a lofty skyscraper building.

https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=digital+telescope+astronomical

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/TVV3000-F9114EQ-3-0MP-digital-computerized_280202267.html?spm=a2700.galleryofferlist.0.0.4b606c5dz6B5ou

https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=digital+binoculars+with+camera+and+video&viewtype=&tab=

When involved in diagnosis u can use the microscope in the link below 4 accurate results

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Z110-THD10-Trinocular-Biological-Microscope-LCD_62307856909.html?spm=a2700.galleryofferlist.0.0.66c95e645Xaaf3&s=p

U can employ the above explained technologies on ya border line with every nation to monitor intruders using drones to get to to ya land to commit crimes as the same captured images can be placed on skype 4 the public to see or on a Tv channel station designed for that purpose as with all sectors like ports, police stations, govt offices, state house to be blurred to discourage many from such post who like privacy and comapnies dude.

The kikuyu likes have deviated from the main thing, where are we headed when all the nations have learnt the dubious ways of making chemicals, machines and disinfectants we use daily as u know blocking ya sale of such to them as they know as well, making u only to sell in domestic markets, and allocating some cash to send to like Tz is useless as they are alerting u to stop as with the newly built E-train truck which the electric lines that gives it power can be removed and alternator generator placed on the touching wires to make it still operate and the E-vehicles it has made. Cant tell ya directly, so stop and eat ya money instead of wanting other food, question is where now are u taking ya money, Nairobi and get it dude Nairobi or Kenya can never be more than any large wheat growing nation or sugar producing nation as when all have learnt the explained above as u got less production of the above u will import from them lest u control birth in 10 years to reduce population to meet the same and even a nation like Cameroon, Nigeria or Congo that has much food crops u will never compete with in ya mind we got E-fuel free drone to ship the same as artificial of wheat, sugar or the food crops named above destroys the teeth and that the reason many will opt 4 such. With maize u can do as the artificial mixed with real 1 denatures the teeth not but, people having the removing from the cob maize machine and milling will buying still on the firm as same left to dry to be finished in buying- the only loop hole remaining 4 the dubious people if some few people in the economy cant afford the above out of long distances from production site or lack of sufficient cash to buy the same.

Wanting their kids to stay with people early when still kids while another taught his kids and was disabled not as them sane even wanting to break war with those they want favor with whose grave they have exhumed and eaten. Do the same when ya kid finish junior high school or just high school not straight from birth as we still have the wife to the deceased above they claim the shit above as the mother child DNA to solve the dispute yet dilly dally as wants to burn the mother or kidnap 4 good 4 the truth to end to be saying the above endlessly no-matter what as planned if other nations did not know how to make gadgets same as them to sub-due them.

Don’t say am Moses as in the bible the jew never got it as i have said me aint Moses and u got it, that u got had back, that u could do when Russia alone was controlling the world as previous not now even them are in fear. Russia was using trick as their land big and of plenty but in reproach to make them get their to investigate and resort to the way of reproach to remove the old thinking that is only poor people not relaxed in life as with them also they claim they are reach yet in reproach though poor as they want not their corpse eating way not be known as now is known so tries to align it with good thing as if u eat such u became innovative to avoid shame but alas dude, all overtaken by time bro and that’s it homey. Still tuned to white man as superior that u, burst in anger if 1 talks of them bad that u r with them yet oblivious of their character and defeat as m,any nations have learnt their dubious ways, then u r pretenders u wanna form alliance and take their lands u of little understanding dude. Going to like SA or Russia but in pretense, Kikuyu stop me, u will be finished bro!!!!

If we know how to make internet we kill him as well as with Pay-tv or Passenger airplane, google per country how many nations have made the same b4 them, so we be jew as he can tell many nation to flop our deal yet unknowingly on pintrest or Instagram a/c he finds still logged in not his but 4 others he knows not had sent the same 1st hand to every nation news tv station, just a matter of time b4 they launch the same is when like 2 months after the above send to Kenyan tribes as his defeat method. Dude if u don’t get this stop dude!!!! What machine again u wanna make that can sell like hot cake to repeat the pattern below we know? Ha ha ha ha dude, high speed gear box from china as in the link below, cheap cheap cheap dude

https://www.alibaba.com/countrysearch/CN/electric+motor+speed+gearbox.html?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=electric+motor+speed+gearbox&isGalleryList=G

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