Lemme tell you the story of this gun my wife showed me.
At first, I immediatly assumed it belonged to her grandfather who was a lieutenant in the french military. Not a fan of guns and didn't think much of it.
" No it belonged to my great-grandmother!"
She then told me the entire story of badass great grandmother Jeanne, that I need to share here.
Its important to note the time period it takes place in: Right smack in the middle of WWII.
Jeanne was of Jewish heritage but she immediatly realized things were starting to get ugly concerning Jews and took the decision to baptize herself and her children at the last minute so she had paperworks to show Nazi officials to lie about her jewish upbringing. This move saved her life and that of her children.
Some times later, another nazi official was investigating the weird deaths of his collegues in the area, and was suspecting resistance hideouts down the river because thats where they found the bodies So he knocked door to door, and asked if anyone noticed anything, under threats obviously.
Jeanne opened the door and told the Nazi official she didn't notice anything, playing the role of the frightened by everything going on, harmless young lady, living alone after her husband died. The guy immediatly dropped his guard , and Jeanne invited him inside for tea since it was already late and cold out.
The -moment- he stepped inside and his back was to her as he removed his coat. She took out this exact gun out of her dress and shot him point blank in the head.
-She- was the resistance member killing Nazis knocking on her door, dumping their body in the river, so the bodies would travel south to a region well know for resistance soldiers, and making the nazis think it was them killing officials patrolling the area. They -never- suspected her. Being a woman, living alone and "with a fragile constitution".
Absolute badass great grandmother Jeanne was shooting nazis daring to knock on her door with this very gun, avenging a large portion of her family, who didn't make the decision she did and were lost to the war.
Huge respect, Great Grandmother in Law. Huge respect.
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inspiration for this comes in short and small bursts. shout out 2 the sainz sister(s).
part 1 here and part 2 here!
Charles wants to make an announcement. Carlos isn't sure he's ready.
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"God, be careful," Carlos hisses.
His hands have already made a home on Charles' waist, and Charles supposes he would be foolish to expect this to change any time in the next five months, or even beyond.
It's not even like Charles has done anything or tried to do anything that might warrant the need to be exceedingly careful. The baby has just started to show on his belly and Carlos has been so, so insufferable Charles has been wandering around half wondering if it's too late to run away and raise the little one on his own.
Of course, the 'heartwrenching' calls from Carlos could hardly keep him away for long, anyway. These 'heartwrenching' requests is how Charles wound up in Carlos' family home for the very first time, pregnant and nauseous and just about ready to die.
"I'm fine," he snaps, wriggling away. He's been able to hide the very slight bump under a multitude of thick, oversized sweaters – some his own, some Carlos'. It's the least he is owed, especially considering the behaviour he has to endure.
It's funny, really, it is. Carlos' mother – Reyes, she insists he call her, but he knows by now it's probably a lie – is out in the garden arguing with Carlos' father – he decidedly does not ask Charles to call him anything but Sainz Señor – about Halloween decorations, which left Charles and Carlos to their own devices in the kitchen.
They've been disagreeing for days over the announcement of the baby. Charles thinks, since Carlos had made him come out here anyway, they should just tell them, but Carlos thinks it's too soon, which is basically code for 'I don't know what they're going to say'.
Charles might run out into the garden and scream it out right now, really. Ana pokes her head into the kitchen, mischief in her eyes. She cooes at them, slipping in to steal Carlos' mug of coffee. "Look at you two, playing house."
"Good morning," Charles says softly while Carlos merely grunts in acknowledgement.
"So, what trouble did Carletes get you into?" she asks, popping up onto the counter across from him. "How did he get you to come all this way?"
"I didn't get him into any trouble," Carlos protests, though the little baby in Charles' stomach might disagree. "He's here because I asked him to be."
Ana passes the cup over to Charles, half full still. Charles makes to finish it, but before he can, Carlos snatches it out of his hand, nearly spilling all of its contents in the process. "Carlos!"
"Don't drink that," he insists, instead downing it all in one big swallow. Charles pouts, not really mad at all, but it's always fun to make Carlos feel guilty.
Ana gapes. "You're going to let him get away with that?"
"He shouldn't be drinking coffee," Carlos dismisses absentmindedly, and Charles belatedly realises he and Carlos are the only ones who know why Charles shouldn't drink coffee. Oh, no–
Ana's eyes narrow in suspicion. "And why do you decide that?"
That's... not at all how Charles thought this might go. Next to him, it seems like Carlos has forgotten how to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Charles' eyes dart between the two and he clocks in the moment the realisation dawns on Ana, her mouth slowly contorting to a grin.
Charles watches wide-eyed as it turns into a full verbal sibling brawl. "Is it because he would get sick?" she asks, completely turned to Carlos.
Carlos blinks in that adorable way of his, thoughts slow to form. "I, what–"
"And he would get sick because," she presses. Ana takes a deep breath in, then yells at the top of her lungs: "¡MAMÁ, CARLETES Y SU NOVIO TIENEN ALGO QUE DECIR!" ["MOM, CARLETES AND HIS BOYFRIEND HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!"]
"¡NO NOSOTRAS NO!" ["NO WE DON'T!"] Carlos shouts, at the same time his mother yells back, "¿SU QUÉ?" ["HIS WHAT?"]
Charles bites down on his tongue hard because he knows it's the only way he'll be able to stop himself from bursting into spontaneous laughter (or tears). Before long, Reyes appears in the doorway, hands on her hips and Sainz Señor right behind her. Blanca rises from her home on the couch, peering at them from the living room.
She levels her son with a stare. "¿Tienes algo que decirnos, Carletes?" ["Do you have something to tell us, Carletes?"]
Charles isn't really sure when he'd even slipped off the counter, let alone when he'd started rubbing comforting circles into the small of Carlos' back. His teammate-boyfriend-fatherofhisimpendingchild swallows harshly. "Sí, mamá. Charles and I..." His arm wraps back around Charles' waist, grip light, hesitant – unsure. "We..."
"Just say it," he whispers, wanting to get it over with already.
"When we do this at your house next week we'll see how you say it," Carlos whispers back, and Charles doesn't tell him that his family already knows.
"You are so slow," Ana complains from behind them. "Mamá, papá, Carletes va a tener un bebé. That's the big reveal." ["Mom, Dad, Carletes is having a baby."]
"Well I'm the one having the baby," Charles mutters to no one. He blinks and suddenly he's being choked smothered into a hug. He awkwardly brings his free arm up to pat Reyes on the back, instinctively aware of how close she – a stranger by all means – is to his stomach, his child.
Carlos must notice the change in his scent, because he's pulling them both out of the embrace and then pulling Charles back into his side, scenting him slightly. Sainz Señor comes around to give them a gruff congratulations, giving Carlos a half hug while Blanca whoops and hollers and cheers from the living room.
"A baby," Reyes says emotionally, looking on the verge of tears. "This is just the best news." Sainz Señor doesn't look like he agrees, but Charles chooses to ignore that.
He tries to inch away quietly, thinking that the questions would be best left up to Carlos, but Reyes stops him on his way out. "Welcome to the family, mijo."
God. Charles might melt into a pile of goo. His legs certainly seem to agree, because:
"Be careful," Carlos hisses again, already lifting him upright.
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Still looking for a list of people decorated with Murat's (or Joseph's) order of the Two Sicilies. I've found several websites listing names, but no mention of either Eugène or Bessières. Considering that Napoleon claimed Murat was handing out that order to whoever he ran into, I'm starting to suspect they really never received it.
Interestingly, Marescalchi, the minister of foreign affairs of the Kingdom of Italy - technically Eugène's subordinate - had received it. But as Marescalchi resided in Paris, close to Napoleon, Eugène in Milan at least had no reason to feel bad about it, in case he would have. Which I doubt anyway.
If Bessières really never received Murat's treasured decoration, this could mean two things: Either the two had gotten estranged at some point before 1809, as Bessières' close friendship with Eugène made me suspect. Or - possibly even more likely - Napoleon had at some point stopped the distribution of Sicilian decorations before Bessières had gotten his. 😁
As there was a small annual pension involved, the order might actually have come in handy for Bessières who was always in debt?
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