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alyygx · 2 months

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Band of Brothers Easy Company Sorted Between Surviving and Not Surviving WWII: Part 1 of 2

Hey all! Here is part 1 of my big BoB post!!! I still have some work to do on part 2 but I will try to have it up as soon as I can. I hope you all find this useful and also a little bit interesting. I had so much fun doing the research for it. 🙂❤️

Enjoy!!! xoxo

Died During the War:

Company Commanders:

First Lieutenant Thomas Meehan III

Born: July 8th, 1921 (Philadelphia, PA)

Enlisted: March 16th, 1941 (Philadelphia, PA)

Died: June 6th, 1944/ D-Day (Normandy, France)

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: Plane shot down and crashed after being hit by German anti-aircraft fire.

• His remains were finally returned to the U.S. in 1952 and he is currently buried at the Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery just south of St. Louis, Missouri

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantry Badge

• American Campaign Medal

• Purple Heart

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 2 service stars)

• World War II Victory Medal

• French Liberation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

Wounded?: No (died before seeing any combat)

Family:

• Thomas Meehan II (Father)

• Marion Opp Meehan (Mother)

• Anne Shore (Wife)

• Barrie Meehan Meller (Daughter)

Non-commissioned Officers:

Sergeant Warren Harold "Skip" Muck

Born: January 31st, 1922 (Tonawanda, NY)

Enlisted: August 17th, 1942 (Buffalo, NY)

Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Alex Penkala, and exploded.

• Skip Muck is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings) with 2 combat stars

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation (with one Oak Leaf Cluster)

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrow device)

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• Belgian World War II Service Medal

Fought:

• D-Day/Battle of Normandy (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: Never wounded until KIA in Bastogne

Family:

• Elmer Julius Muck Sr. (Father)

• Loretta M. Muck (Mother)

• Elmer J. Muck Jr. (Older Brother)

• Ruth Muck (Younger Sister)

• Faye Tanner (Fiancée)

Enlisted Men:

Corporal Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler

Born: June 28th, 1922 (Manchester, OH)

Enlisted: July 22nd, 1942 (Fort Thomas, KY)

• Joined the Ohio National Guard on October 15th, 1940 and served until October 1941.

Died: January 3rd, 1945 (Bastogne, Belgium)

• Don Hoobler is buried at Manchester IOOF Cemetery with his father (d. 1941), mother (d. 1976), and brother George (d. 1932).

Age at Death: 22 years old

Cause of Death: After acquiring a German Luger and placing the gun in his pocket the gun discharged due to the pressure of the multiple layers of clothing he was wearing and severed the femoral artery in his right leg. He bled out and died before he was able to be transported to an aid station.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Purple Heart

• American Defense Medal

• European Theater of Operations Ribbon

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: No. Not until his fatal non-combat related gunshot wound to his leg in Bastogne.

Family:

• Sergeant Ralph Brenton Hoobler (Father)

• Kathryn Phyllis [Carrigan] Hoobler (Mother)

• John R. Hoobler (Brother)

• George B. Hoobler (Brother)

• Mary Kathryn [Hoobler] Lane (Sister)

Private First Class Alex Mike Penkala Jr.

Born: August 30th, 1924 (Niles, Michigan)

Drafted: February 27th, 1942 (Toledo, OH)

Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)

Age at Death: 20 years old

Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Skip Muck, and exploded.

• Alex Penkala is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Purple Heart

• Bronze Star

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrowhead)

• World War Two Victory Medal

• Reconnaissance de la France Libérée

• Croix de guerre with palm

• Médaille commémorative de la Guerre

• Good Conduct Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: Wounded by a mortar explosion in the arm in Bastogne.

Family: Alex Penkala's parents emigrated from Poland in 1906 and his father barely spoke English. All the Penkala children (including Alex) were fluent in Polish.

• Alexander Penkala Sr. (Father)

• Mary [Kinski] Penkala (Mother) *died in childbirth in 1927 delivering her 13th child

• Angela M. [Penkala] Sobczyk (Oldest Sister)

• Mary [Penkala] Setlak (2nd Oldest Sister)

• Helen E. [Penkala] Hawblitzel (3rd Oldest Sister)

• Matilda V. [Penkala] Budney (4th Oldest Sister)

• Genevieve A. [Penkala] Glujas (5th Oldest Sister)

• Edward F. Penkala (Oldest Brother)

• Clem J. Penkala (2nd Oldest Brother)

• Evelyn A. [Penkala] Tatay (6th Oldest Sister)

• Irene [Penkala] Lichatowich (7th Oldest Sister)

• Rose L. [Penkala] Kaczmarczyk (2nd Youngest Sister)

• Gertrude E. [Penkala] Picking (Youngest Sister)

• Sylvia (Girlfriend)

Survived the War:

Company Commanders:

Captain Herbert Maxwell Sobel

Born: January 26th, 1912 (Chicago, IL)

Enlisted: March, 7th 1941

Died: September 30th, 1987 (Waukegan, IL)

Age at Death: 75 years old

Cause of Death: Malnutrition

• In 1970 Sobal shot himself in the head in an attempted suicide. The bullet entered his temple and severed his optic nerve rendering him blind for the rest of his life.

• He died a Lieutenant Colonel; serving in both WWII & Korea

• Sobel was cremated after his death

• Sobel is buried at Montrose Cemetery-Crematorium in Chicago, IL

• No one attended his funeral

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Bronze Star Medal

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• World War II Victory Medal

• Croix de guerre (France)

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

Wounded?: No

After the War: Worked as a credit manager for a telephone equipment company in Chicago.

• Sobel was born into a Jewish family, his wife was devoutly Catholic. This was a major problem for his family.

• Sobel and his wife divorced sometime in the late 1960s and he became estranged from his family shortly after.

Family:

• Max H. Sobel (Father)

• Dora Friedman (Mother)

• Julian Sobel (Brother)

• Maxine Sobel (Brother)

• Ruth Sobel (Sister)

• Rose Sobel (Wife)

• Michael Sobel (Son)

• Herbert Sobel Jr. (Son)

• Rick Sobel (Son)

• 1 daughter (died a few days after birth)

Major Richard Davis "Dick" Winters

Born: January 21st, 1918 (New Holland, PA)

Enlisted: August 25th, 1941 (place unknown)

Died: January 2nd, 2011 (Campbelltown, PA)

Age at Death: 92 years old

Cause of Death: Parkinson's disease

• Dick is buried at Bergstrasse Evangelical Lutheran Church, Ephrata Township, PA and was laid to rest on January 8th, 2011.

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (with 2 Combat Stars)

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Medal of the City of Einhoven

• Distinguish Service Cross [The second highest medal awarded by the US Military]

• Bronze Star with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Defense Medal

• National Defense Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• Croix de guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• War Cross (Belgium) with palm

• Belgian World War II Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)

• Western Allied invasion of Germany

Wounded?: Took a ricochet sniper bullet to the leg in Carentan.

After the War: Became a production assistant at Nixon Nitration Works, a plastics adhesive factory, in Raritan, NJ

Family:

• Richard Winters (Father)

• Edith Winters (Mother)

• Beatrice Winters (Sister)

• Ann Sheehan (Younger Sister)

• Ethel Estoppey Winters (Wife)

• Richard T. Winters (Son)

• Jill Peckelun (Daughter)

First Lieutenant Frederick Theodore "Moose" Heyliger

Born: June 23rd, 1916 (Acton, MA)

Enlisted: November 25th, 1940

Died: November 3rd, 2001 (Concord, MA)

• Moose is buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

Age at Death: 85 years old

Cause of Death: Stroke

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal

• Military Cross

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)

• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)

Wounded?: Was accidentally shot by one of his own men (a replacement) on October 31st, 1944. His wounds caused him to need to undergo skin and nerve grafts. He was discharged from the army in February 1947 after being in military hospitals for nearly 3 years.

After the War: Worked as a salesman for landscape and agriculture chemical companies.

Family:

• Theodore Godet Heyliger (Father)

• Bertha Louise Heyliger (Mother)

• Johannes Almon Heyliger (Older Brother)

• Pauline Louise Heyliger (Older Sister)

• Howard Francis Heyliger (2nd Oldest Brother)

• Vic Heyliger (Younger Brother)

• Evelyn Davis (First Wife) [divorced early 1960s]

• Frederick Heyliger Jr. (Son)

• Diane Heyliger (Daughter)

• Mary Heyliger (Second Wife)

• Jon Heyliger (Son)

First Lieutenant Norman Staunton "Foxhole Norman" Dike Jr.

Born: May 19th, 1918 (Brooklyn, NY)

Enlisted: January 22nd, 1942

Died: June 23rd, 1989 (Rolle, Switzerland)

• Dike is buried at West Thompson Cemetery, Thompson Windham County, North Grosvenor Dale, Connecticut.

Age at Death: 71 years old

Cause of Death: "A long illness" is all the info I could find

Awards/Medals:

• Silver Star

• Bronze Star with Oak Leaf Cluster

• Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster

• Order of Orange-Nassau Netherlands 2nd class

Fought:

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: Shot in the right shoulder in Foy

After the War: Dike opened his own law practice in Switzerland

Family:

• Norman S. Dike Sr. (Father)

• Evelyn M. Biddle (Mother)

• Barbra Tredick Dimmick McIntire (Wife) (m. June 20th 1942 - divorced June 1946)

• Catherine Pochon (2nd Wife) (m. March 12th, 1957)

• Anthony Randolph Dike (Son)

• Robin Dike Auchincloss (Daughter)

• Barbra Matilda Dike (Daughter)

• Deborah Ann Dike (Daughter)

Captain Ronald Charles Speirs

Born: April 20th, 1920 (Edinburgh, United Kingdom)

Enlisted: April 11th 1942

Died: April 11th, 2007 (Saint Marie, Montana)

Age at Death: 86 years old

Cause of Death: Died suddenly; cause unknown

• Burial details unknown

Awards/Medals:

• Master Parachutist Badge with 4 combat jump devices (stars)

• Combat Infantry Badge 2nd Award

• Silver star

• Legion of Merit

• Bronze Star with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters

• Purple Heart with ne Oak Leaf Clusters

• Army Commendation Medal

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• National Defense Service Medal with Service Star

• Korean Service Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device

• Croix de Guerre with palm

• French Liberation Medal

• Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation

• United Nations Korea Medal

• Korean War Service Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: Wounded by fire from an enemy machine gun in Rendijk, Holland

After the War: After WWII Spiers stayed in the army for 22 years and served in both the Korean and Cold Wars. Once out of the army Speirs served as the Governor of Spandau Prison (where Nazi war criminals were held).

Family:

• Robert Spiers (Father)

• Martha McNeil (Mother)

• Margaret Griffiths (Wife) (m. May 20th, 1944 - 1946) * Divorced bc she was British and didnt't want to move to America with him.

• Leonie Gertrude Hume Fritz (2nd Wife) (m. 1958)

• Ramona Dolores Pujol Strumph (3rd Wife) (m. 1987)

• Robert (Son from 1st wife)

Junior Officers:

Captain Lewis Nixon

Born: September 30th, 1918 (New York, NY)

Enlisted: January 14th, 1941 (Trenton, NJ)

Died: January 11th, 1995 (Los Angeles, CA)

Age at Death: 76 years old

Cause of Death: Complications from diabetes

• Lew is buried at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Hollywood Hills

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 3 combat stars

• Combat Infantyman Badge

• Purple Heart

• American Defense Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Ribbion with 3 Battle Stars and a Bronze Arrowhead

• World War Two Victory Medal

• World Was Two Army of Occupation Award with Germany Clasp

• French Criox de Guerre (Cross of Valor)

• Presidential Unit Citation with Bronze Oak Leaf

• 5 Overseas Service Stripes

• Ruptured Duck Patch (WWII Discharge Patch)

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

• Operation Varsity

Wounded?: In the Netherlands he was hit by a bullet from a German MG 42 machine gun. The bullet went through his helmet, grazed his forehead, and left a burn mark.

After the War: Nix worked at his family's Nixon Nitration Works in Edison, New Jersey alongside his father and friend Dick Winters.

Family:

• Stanhope Wood Nixon (father)

• Doris Ryer Nixon (mother)

• Fletcher Ryer Nixon (brother)

• Blanche Nixon (sister)

• Katharine Page (1st Wife) (m. December 20th, 1941 - 1944)

• Irene Miller (2nd Wife) (m. June 1946 - 1962)

• Grace Umezawa (3rd Wife) (m. 1962)

• Michael Nixon (Son with 1st Wife)

First Lieutenant Lynn Davis "Buck" Compton

Born: December 31st, 1921 (Los Angeles, CA)

Enlisted: Was already ROTC (started 1940) when the war broke out (graduated in 1943 and assigned to the 176th Infantry Regiment)

Died: February 25th, 2012 (Burlington, WA)

Age at Death: 90 years old

Cause of Death: Complications from a heart attack he had in January 2012

• Buck was cremated after his death and his ashes were given to his family

Awards/Medals:

• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 2 jump stars

• Combat Infantryman Badge

• Silver Star

• Bronze Star

• Purple Heart

• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster

• American Defense Service Medal

• American Campaign Medal

• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with arrow device (airborne assult) and 3 campaign stars

• World War II Victory Medal

• Army of Occupation Medal

• French Croix de guere with palm

• French Liberation Medal

Fought:

• Battle of Normandy/DDay

• Operation Market Garden

• Battle of the Bulge

Wounded?: In 1944, during Operation Market Garden, Buck was shot in the backside. Then, in January 1945, Buck suffered severe battle fatigue after witnessing two close friends (Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere) badly wounded by artillery fire.

After the War: He attended Loyola Law School in Los Angeles and joined the LA Police Department in 1946 becoming a detective in the Central Burglary Division. He left the LAPD for the District Attorney's office in 1951 as a deputy district attorney. He was promoted in 1964 to chief deputy district attorney. In 1970, Governor Ronald Reagan appointed him an Associate Justice of the California Court of Appeal. He retired in 1990.

• (Fun Fact/Before the War) Buck played as the catcher on his college baseball team his junior year. One of his teammates was Jackie Robinson. Also, Bucks mother worked on movies and Buck was present on set with his mother and met actor Charlie Chaplin. Buck, being a child at the time, was so rowdy and disruptive that Charlie Chaplin kicked him off set.

Family:

• Roby Franks Compton (Father)

• Ethel Camille Compton (Mother)

• Geraldine Compton (1st Wife)

• Donna Faye Newman Compton (2nd Wife)

• Tracy Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)

• Syndee Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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MEDIC! Part 12 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hello everybody. Guess what I have another sad chapter.

What?! No way?!

Yeah sorry!

So I tried to brighten it up at the end cause we are falling into a deep dark pit of depression. Like where did the sun go? I had so much fun writing the Liebgott story and then had to come back to my very depressing OC, bahahahah. I feel so bad these chapters have been brutal. And I’m really sorry to say it’s gonna keep being brutal for like a while more. I have written some sad shit. GUYS LIKE I HAVE A PROBLEM WHO HURT ME?

This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

(This is just for fun, but this clip is Skip and Alex, iykyk)

“You see what I got?” Hoob asked me while I dig out my foxhole. I wipe my brow looking at him perched at the edge. He grins at me, looking pleased with himself.

“No. What did you get?” I ask stabbing my shovel into the hard ground and throwing the dirt out of the pit. Hoob pulls out a gun, turning it over in his hands.

“A gun?” I ask. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No Em! Not just any gun, it’s a Luger pistol.” Hoob raises his eyebrows.

“How did you get a Luger? Isn’t that a German gun?” He seems happy with my response, getting himself comfortable. He tells me the story of how he came to be in possession of the pistol. Apparently he and some of the boys ran into a German on horseback, and in the man’s escape, Hoob had shot him off the horse.

“Well that’s certainly impressive Hoob, that must’ve been a good shot.” He cheeses at me, nodding his head enthusiastically, happy with my compliment. I laugh, thinking about how his love language is probably words of affirmation, he is so pleased to be praised.

“You think so?” He inquires, wanting more approval. I turn my attention to him, I place my hand on his shoulder looking him in the eyes.

“The best Hoob!” I grin at the man, his face blushes from my compliment. I giggle at the man, as he gets up from his position, telling me he is going to show the others.

I continue to dig out my hole, happy for the workout as it warms my body. Every now and then laughing as Hoob's cute smile flashes in my mind when I told him he was the best shot.

A gunshot sounds, I crouch down instinctively. Scanning my surroundings, my mind in overdrive already, did that hit someone? Where did it come from? I wait for someone to yell for a medic. I crouch down further, into my nearly finished hole. I open my bag checking I have everything I need. My hand brushes against the soft material of the dress Renee gave me. I stroke the fabric in between my fingers, when will I ever get to wear this?

“MEDIC!” I sit up looking out of the hole, “MEDIC!” I am on my feet rushing over to the voice.

Men crowd around a body, covering him in jackets. My body stutters, as I am about to move forward to help, one of the men leans back just enough for me to glimpse the face of the man lying on the floor. Hoob. I freeze, like a deer in headlights. I can’t take my eyes off of his face.

“LANE! FOCUS!” Lip yells at me pulling me from my daze. I kneel down beside him, looking at Hoob’s leg, blood spurts from the wound, fuck it’s the artery, I have to move fast. I grab a dressing from my bag tying it above the wound, I tie it as tightly as possible. Hoob groans in pain, squirming under my touch.

“Hoob stay still, you gotta hold still for me, ok.” I try to reassure the man. I look around. “I need a stick.” I tell Lip who nods, turning around to find me something. The men around Hoob continue to talk to him, how long did it take me to get to him? How long has he been bleeding? Lip hands me a stick. I place it over the bandage, tying it with the spare material. I twist it around, tightening it. I continue to turn the stick, but blood still pours from the wound. No no, please!

“Lane! Lane!” Buck shouts. Lip’s hand comes over mine, I get ready to yell at him for stopping me, but it’s when I notice the stillness. No groans of pain, no words of support. Just the men looking at me, sadness in their eyes. I look at Hoob, his eyes closed, face grey, lying still. I look down at my hands covered in his blood. I sit back, wiping my hands on the snow. I was too late, not fast enough, not good enough. I stand and turn on my heel, walking back to my foxhole. Wiping the stray tears from my face. I hate this place, how things change so quickly. Just an hour ago he was sitting and talking to me, smiling, happy. Now he lies on the cold ground as the warmth leaves his body, as his friends mourn him. He won’t make it home to tell his family his stories, for them to tell him he is, was, a great shot. Wasn’t fast enough, not good enough! I didn’t notice I was crying until my tears blurred my vision and landed on my still bloody hands.

“Emily.” Malarkey jumped into my hole.

“Huh?” I said looking up at him with my tear stained face. His brows furrowed.

“Oh Em.” Fell from his lips, and that’s all it took to set me off again. He pulled me into his chest, letting me cry.

“It was my fault, I wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t stop the bleeding.” I whimper.

“It is not your fault Emily.” He said sternly. Pulling me back to look in my face. “You hear me!” I nodded sniffing. The voice in the back of my mind however doesn’t believe him, a part of me still holds onto the fact it was my fault. What could I have done differently? Not good enough.

“Come on Skip and Penky are waiting for us, I said I was coming to fetch you.” I wiped my face, hoping my eyes didn’t look too red and swollen.

I sit next to Skip in the hole, as Bill crouches down speaking to us. I push the thought of Hoob doing the same thing that very morning to the back of my mind, while Bill speaks. I don’t listen, I just stare at Bill. Watching his mouth move, the subtle pulse in his neck, his flushed cheeks, and breath in the freezing air. Alive. I think they’re all bitching about Dike, which doesn’t surprise me. The worst CO so far, I would say, I mean I think he is the worst he is hardly around to demonstrate it. Bill is worked up. I know we have to go into that small town we now border. Where the Germans hold the upper hand. Bill is afraid to go into that town with Dike leading, rightly so, I would also be shit scared of being led to my death. It’s a suicide mission with Dike, but we can’t change him, not without cause. Plus it’s Winters’ say not ours. The heavy feeling in my body still lingers, it pulls me away from reality, like it can’t handle it. My brain drags me to where it feels safe. Not here, not sitting in a foxhole, freezing my ass off, with the impending doom of death around every corner. I look around at the men I sit with. I take in every feature, saving it to memory. I do this a lot, I find myself doing it more often now. Like a coping mechanism. I think it’s because of my mother, I wish I had studied every feature of her face to refined detail. So that I could see her all the time when I needed to. But I didn’t, and now she fades. So, I will store every piece of these men to memory. I take note of how they laugh, the way their eyes crinkle when they smile, how they speak and joke.

Skip nudges me, tilting his head, his eyes asking me if I’m alright. I nod and smile. Making myself present in their conversation again.

“I know, Bill, all right? It’s me you’re talking to.” Don assures Bill he understands him.

“Jesus Christ! We’ve gotta do all this with a CO who’s got his head so far up his fucking ass, that lump in his throat is his goddamn nose.” Penkala and I chuckle at Bill’s crude statement.

“I like that one, think I’m gonna use it. Mind if I steal it from you?” I joke, making Penkala laugh again.

“Emmy, I know it’s a good one, I came up with it!” He grins at me, I laugh, shaking my head.

“I don’t know about that!” I say mocking suspicion.

Lip arrives, giving a pep talk to the men, trying to make Dike seem better than he is. I understand where Lip is coming from though. It throws everyone into a panic when they start thinking about how bad Dike is, which then affects the whole platoon. Nothing works when everyone is running around like headless chickens. I admire Lip, being able to keep everyone together and with morale, when Dike is god knows where. If it wasn’t for Lip, I’m not sure Easy company would be as good as it is today. Everyone trusts and respects him, I don’t even think he realises it, the impact he has on everyone. It’s hard to keep in high spirits and then bring that energy to everyone else as well. But Lip manages to do it ten-fold.

After Lip and Bill leave we sit and talk, the conversation fading out after a bit.

“Huddle in guys. You want to play a game?” I asked, as we moved closer together, a few eh’s went around the circle. “What do you mean eh?”

“Well it’s just the last time we played one of your games, it was I spy and Alex here had tree as his answer about ten times in a row.” Malarkey recounts the last time I suggested playing a game. I mean I spy wasn’t the best to play, since there was really nothing much to see in the woods.

“Hey, what else is there to see other than trees!” Alex complains, he was salty because everytime he started to say, “I spy with my little eye”, everyone would automatically guess tree before he could finish his sentence and then that would be his turn over.

“And then it ended in poor taste when someone spied a dead body!” Malarkey gives a pointed look to Skip.

“Hey it’s what I spied, that was the game!” Skip protested.

I laugh thinking about how we were all stumped, “D, what starts with D?” We couldn’t guess it so we had Skip tell us, he seemed very proud of himself no one could get it right. “The answer is, dead body.” Then everyone sighed and he was upset because we stopped it there.

“No this one is better I swear!” I reassure the men, who seemed apprehensive at my game ideas.

A beat passes as they think about whether or not they are going to let me explain the game to them.

“Fine! What is it?” Malarkey sighs. I grin, clapping my hands together.

“Fuck, marry, kill!” I say excitedly.

“What?!” The three say in unison, unsure if they had heard me correctly.

“Fuck, marry, kill. It’s easy you name three people for one person to decide out of the three who they would rather kill, fuck and marry.”

“I don’t get it.” Don says looking confused.

“Yeah no me either.” Skip agrees.

“Ok well I will give you an example. Ok. Alex fuck, marry, kill. Dike, Bill and Lip!” I direct the question to Alex who looks perplexed.

“What, no I’m not doing guys, that’s weird, I don’t want to fuck any of them!” Alex exclaims.

“It’s hypothetical. It’s not actually going to happen, just say who you would rather.” I assured him. Everyone sat eager to hear.

“Fine! Fine! I have my answer.” Alex finally says.

“Amazing, let’s hear it!” I prompt him.

“I would kill Dike.” Small giggle’s from all of us. We try to contain ourselves so that Alex can still be heard.

“Absolutely, go on.” I nod.

“I would… fuck Bill and marry Lip.” Alex blurts.

“YES! Yes Alex, omg couldn’t have said it better myself. I agree.” Laughter sounds from the other men.

“Ok now Alex you get to ask one of us three people to choose to fuck, marry, kill.”

“Don, fuck, marry, kill.” I’m giddy just hearing Alex say these words, I giggle.

“Bull, Perco, Cobb.” We all burst out laughing as Don groans. We lean in waiting with baited breath to hear his answer, grins on all of our faces.

“Marry Bull.” Giggling, “Kill Cobb.” Nodding. “Fuck Perco.” Roaring with laughter. “Shut up, you lot.” I wipe my eyes, I’m laughing so hard I’m crying.

“Ok then Skip fuck, marry, kill. Babe, Peacock, Tab.” Skip gawks at him, as we burst out laughing again. I can’t stop the fit of giggles that burst from my lips. Alex and I lean on each other for support.

“Ok, ok.” Skip starts trying to get us to listen, I slap Alex’s knee crying laughing. “Fuck Tab.” He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. I throw my head back laughing, taking down Alex with me. “Marry Babe, and kill Peacock.” We howl with laughter, Don playfully hit Skip.

“What?! We were all thinking it!” Skip manages to say through tears.

“Right, now it’s Em’s turn. Emily.” I nod to show I’m listening while trying to regain my composure. “Us three.” I gawk.

“What!” I protested, I am shoved by Alex and Skip as Don raises his eyebrows like you-better answer-cause-we-all-did.

“OK! OK! I would kill Skip.” He looks so offended crying out a “HEY!”

“I’m sorry but Faye would kill me if I did anything, so I’m best to cover my bases. I would fuck Alex and I would marry Don.” The group aww in unison, making me blush. “Oh shut up you lot!”

We continue playing until we can’t think of any more people to choose from. We were so loud we had caught the attention of the other men around us. Multiple people came to see what all the commotion was about, being very confused why we were all red in the face and breathless from laughing. It was so funny we couldn’t even begin to explain the game to the other soldiers. It was the most fun I think we have had in a while. After we finished my stomach hurt from laughing so hard, same as my face from grinning for hours. Alex had started to lose his voice from cackling. By the end of the game we were so exhausted.

#fuck marry kill #band of brothers #donald hoobler #listen I tried to make it fun at the end #I needed it just as much as you guys ahahah #play fuck marry kill in the comments #wrong answers only #band of brothers fanfic #donald malarkey #band of brothers imagine #fanfic #hbo war #joe toye #bill guarnere #dick winters

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fayestardust · 11 months

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Couple of recent BoB paintings and bonus AckAck

#art #painting #my art #drawing #fanart #wacom #illustration #band of Brothers #the pacific #ack ack haldane #Frank Perconte #Donald hoobler #shifty powers

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rebeccapearson · 2 years

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for you were made to meet your maker {insp}

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saintsupertramp · 5 months

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bullseye!!

#band of brothers #my art #my post #reminder that I have a BoB sideblog woahhersheybars #I think I’m gonna post all my BoB art on there #BoB #donald hoobler #hoobler

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lewis-winters · 5 months

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'doing a pinky swear' + any ship?

Sorry this took so dang long.

Don finds him sitting on a swing set in the quiet part of town.

In retrospect, he really should've anticipated this and gone here first, instead of frantically running around, shouting for a little boy who's too easily spooked by loud sounds to even consider walking toward the frantic, noisy people looking for him. This place, in contrast, is quiet, out of the way of the trick-or-treat crowds, and with as little overwhelming stimuli as possible. Not to mention the most familiar, since it's the playground he and Don's little sister play in on days Don is tasked to watch them. Hell, he's helped curb a few of their meltdowns on this very set of swings. It would've been the first place Don would run to, too, if he'd been as overwhelmed as David undoubtedly had been. But that realization is going to come later tonight, when he's back in his own bed, trying to doze off the excitement of the day. Right now, he's too busy being dizzyingly relieved to do anything but stare, open mouthed (and maybe a bit furious), at the shark-onesie clad David, currently focusing all his energy on idly kicking his little legs back and forth while silently munching on a full-sized twix bar without a single care in the world.

It takes a moment for him to notice Don at all. When he does, his face breaks out into a blinding smile.

That breaks the spell.

"David," Don hears himself babble, running forward until he has the little boy picked up and squeezed in his arms. David's squirming a little, caught by surprise by the sudden bout of rare affection, but Don can't bear to let him go just yet. Even if he's sure David's getting chocolate all over his Han Solo vest. "Your mom said you just ran off. She has so many people looking-- it's so cold out-- why'd you do that, huh? do you know how long everybody's been looking for you? Nobody even saw you run-- why would you run, huh? You left your tap-&-speak-- somebody could've snatched you up-- why'd you do that?"

David doesn't have an answer for him. He just squirms, breaking through Don's relief enough to appeal to his common sense. The older boy puts him down, immediately, not wanting to deal with an inopportune meltdown smothering David might cause. Though he does hold on to him by the scruff of his onesie, just in case he decides to bolt one more time.

He doesn't. In fact, David stays as still as he can manage, swaying back and forth in place while patting Don's arm, sheepishly, like he does when somebody catches him doing something he can infer is naughty. His own silent apology.

Don lets out a shaky sigh of relief. He's not allowed to swear in front of the kids he babysits. It's a personal rule of his. But right now, with his erratically beating heart, he thinks he's earned an exception. It's not like David's going to repeat it, anyway. "Shit."

David's patting increases in frequency. He even goes so far as to hum, distressed.

"No, no, it's ok," Don is quick to soothe, regretting that he doesn't have David's tap-&-speak tablet with him. He takes David's hand, instead, and squeezes it the way he knows he likes. "Please. Please, don't do that again. You have to promise."

David shakes his head yes. Hard enough for the hood of his onesie to fall off his head. Immediately, Don puts it back on, mindful of the cold, and attempts to wipe off the chocolate on David's face with a crumpled up tissue he happened to have in his pocket. The kid usually doesn't allow people to do this to him, the repeated drag of tissue paper on his skin a bit of a sensory trigger. But this time, almost as if he knows Don needs this, he chooses to tolerate it, if only for a little while. By the time he feels he's significantly clean, he shakes out of Don's grasp and goes to pick up his pumpkin (half-empty, now, possibly due to all the snacking) off the ground.

Letting out another shaky breath of relief, Don holds out his hand, all fingers curled up into a fist, except his pinky, which he extends in offering. David hates holding hands, but this is his exception. "C'mon kid, let's take you to your mom."

Happily, David intertwines his pinky with Don's. "Thank you, Don."

"Yeah, it's-- what did you just say!?"

Starting to rock back and forth between his heels and his toes, David looks up at him, meeting his eyes for just a split second, before choosing to look at the space next to his head, instead. "Thank you, Don," he repeats. "Thank you, Don."

Don does his best to swallow back his excitement, not wanting to spook the kid. With great effort, he starts them on walking. "You're welcome, Dave."

David starts swinging their connected hands back and forth in lieu of rocking. He blinks, rapidly. Happily. "… Don."

Oh, this night is just full of surprises. "Y-Yeah?"

"What's shit?"

I got this idea post-Halloween after I did that "what Halloween candy do I think Easy boys would love the most" ask game and was sad that I couldn't really write or post it because Halloween was over. But this has given me an excuse to unleash it upon all of you. So have some baby!Web (6) and baby!Hoob (15) based off that one time when I was like 9? and we were at a playground near my aunt's house and my non-speaking cousin the grown ups had put me in charge of (because I was the eldest cousin-- the parentification was bad) ran off because the grass gave him sensory issues. He nearly gave me a heart attack. And then he gave his parents a heart attack by speaking for the first time when I brought him back. That was a stressful day. Yes, I cried.

#band of brothers #david webster #donald hoobler #don hoobler #web/hoob #autistic character #non-speaking autistic character #estrella_marie #ask

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andromeddog · 7 months

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malarkey (and a bit of skip)

#my art #band of brothers #donald malarkey #hbo war #someone wrote something rly poetic in the tags of a prev work #where malarkey is often the one who has to witness/carry others deaths with him #or is just is in extreme proximity to this loss #w/ meehan and muck and hoobler and the pows and buck to an extent #anyway poor dude just goes through it #i can’t think about it too much bc ough it hurts

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dontirrigateme · 4 months

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Getting better...

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hbowardaily · 10 days

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This is round 2 of the polls. All other polls in this round can be found here.

#band of brothers #hbo war #ultimatehbowarpoll #harry welsh #donald hoobler #round 2

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 4 months

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White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes / Band of Brothers (2001), Episodes 6 and 7

#band of brothers #bastogne #donald malarkey #skip muck #alex penkala #george luz #bill guarnere #joe toye #buck compton #don hoobler #i can do so many of these and they're gonna hurt me EVERY TIME #helena's web weaving again

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alyygx · 6 months

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Easy Company Members Sorted Between Surviving and Not Surviving WWII:

Died During the War:

Company Commanders:

First Lieutenant Thomas Meehan III (July 8th, 1921 - June 6th, 1944)

Non-commissioned Officers:

Sergeant Warren Harold "Skip" Muck (January 31st, 1922 - January 10th, 1945)

Enlisted Men:

Corporal Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler (June 28th, 1922 - January 3rd, 1945)

Private First Class Alex Mike Penkala (August 30th, 1924 - January 10th, 1945)

Survived the War:

Company Commanders:

Captain Herbert Maxwell Sobel (January 26th, 1912 - September 30th, 1987)

Major Richard Davis "Dick" Winters (January 21st, 1918 - January 2nd, 2011)

First Lieutenant Frederick Theodore "Moose" Heyliger (June 23rd, 1916 - November 3rd, 2001)

First Lieutenant Norman Staunton "Foxhole Norman" Dike Jr. (May 19th, 1918 - June 23rd, 1989)

Captain Ronald Charles Speirs (April 20th, 1920 - April 11th, 2007)

Junior Officers:

Captain Lewis Nixon (September 30th, 1918 - January 11th, 1995)

First Lieutenant Lynn Davis "Buck" Compton (December 31st, 1921 - February 25th, 2012)

First Lieutenant Edward David "Ed" Shames (June 13th, 1922 - December 3rd, 2021)

Second Lieutenant Robert Burnham "Bob" Brewer (January 31st, 1924 - December 5th, 1996)

Second Lieutenant Clifford Carwood "Lip" Lipton (January 30th, 1920 - December 16th, 2001)

Non-commissioned Officers:

Technical Sergeant Donald George "Don" Malarkey (July 30th, 1920 - September 30th, 2017)

Staff Sergeant William J. "Wild Bill" Guarnere Sr. (April 28th, 1923 - March 8th, 2014)

Staff Sergeant Herman "Hank, Hack" Hanson (January 3rd, 1918 - May 15th, 1971)

Staff Sergeant Denver "Bull" Randleman (November 20th, 1920 - June 26th, 2003)

Staff Sergeant Darrell Cecil "Shifty" Powers (March 13th, 1923 - June 17th, 2009)

Staff Sergeant John W. "Johnny" Martin (December 8th, 1921 - December 31st, 2012)

Staff Sergeant Floyd "Tab" Talbert (August 26th, 1923 - October 10th, 1982)

Staff Sergeant Charles E. "Chuck" Grant (March 1922 - October 12th, 1982)

Staff Sergeant Joseph John "Joe" Toye (March 14th, 1919 - September 3rd, 1995)

Sergeant Robert Emory "Popeye" Wynn Jr. (July 10th, 1921 - March 18th, 2000)

Sergeant James H. "Moe" Alley (July 20th, 1922 - March 14th, 2008)

Sergeant Wayne "Skinny" Sisk (March 4th, 1922 - July 13th, 1999)

Corporal Walter Scott "Smokey" Gordon Jr. (April 15th, 1920 - April 19th, 1997)

Enlisted Men:

Technician Fourth Grade George Luz (June 17th, 1921 - October 15th, 1998)

Technician Fourth Grade Eugene Gilbert "Doc" Roe Sr. (October 17th, 1922 - December 30th, 1998)

Technician Fifth Grade Joseph David "Joe" Liebgott (May 17th, 1915 - June 28th, 1992)

Private First Class Edward James "Babe" Heffron (May 16th, 1923 - December 1st, 2013)

Private First Class Edward Joseph "Tip" Tipper (August 3rd, 1921 - February 1st, 2017)

Private First Class David Kenyon Webster (June 2nd, 1922 - September 9th, 1961)

*This is not all of Easy Co. just some of the more recognizable names. If I missed anyone that you would like to see listed please message me and I would be glad to add him.

**I was also thinking about adding more info to this list and/or making a separate post with additional details like awards/medals, how and where they were wounded (if at all), and maybe some personal details like where they were born/died, their family (parents, siblings, spouse, children), what they did after the war (if they survived) stuff like that (though that might be a separate list idk yet). I would love to hear your opinion and if you'd like to see something like this. Basically just one large masterpost! Message me and tell me your thoughts!!!! I'm open to ideas!

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I just love women in suits or in uniform, so can you write BoB with women in suits with the boys just admiring? Can you do Malarkey, Hoobler and Luz? I saw you writing for Shifty and Bull, but their not on the character list. Can I ask for them, too? Sorry if this is too vague.

A/N: OH THIS WAS THE REQUEST. OKAY YEAH NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANTED. Also as a fellow woman in suit, this was quite self indulgent. enjoy darling <3

DON MALARKEY

Malarkey would shortcircuit at the mere sight of women in suits. Yes, I will die on this hill.

It all started when he saw Marlene Dietrich in Morocco.

That woman in that tuxedo awakened something in him and it has yet to die down.

Wide eyes at any woman in pants and a tie.

Once he overheard Guarnere commenting on how gals should only wear dresses and skirts and he went out of his way to defend women in suits.

He was a bit too enthusiastic. Now he gets teased every time E Company comes across a woman in a suit.

But they don't understandddd, it's not just the suit, it's the womannnn, it's the power they radiate just by walking.

Bonus points if they wear heels. Malarkey definitely gives off "step on me" vibes.

He desperately wants to date one but whenever he has the opportunity to ask one out in, let's say, a pub, he can't.

Like he PHYSICALLY can't. That sweet, bright charm of his evaporates and he's left being a shy, babbling mess.

When he finally lands one, it's because SHE made the first move. And the second. And the third.

The boys assume Don's pride must be a little wounded but I'm telling you, he couldn't care less, he's over the moon with the whole situation.

DONALD HOOBLER

100% watched Morocco with Malark to understand what the fuck was up with Marlene Dietrich and went down the Amy Jolly rabbit hole.

Like, you don't understand, he got himself a picture of her and carries it around at all times.

Now god forbid Hoobler sees a pretty woman dressed in a manly suit.

He's so sheepish about it good lord.

Toothy grin. Instantly smitten. What's eye contact, he don't know her.

Will try to impress her. Poorly.

Will also not succeed because have you seen the kind of women who wear suits? Yes you have, and you know Hoob is gonna have to try little bit harder.

He's definitely intimidated by them, and that makes them even more attractive, I don't know how to make this one make sense so bear with me.

GEORGE LUZ

He beats around the bush a lot when talking to them but he's relentless. If he wants a date, he'll get a date okay?

He just needs a little push.

Luz was the one making fun of Malarkey becoming unable to function at the sight of women in suit. He started the joke.

Shocker huh. Obviously no, but you know what comes as a shock for him? How hot women in suits are.

Particularly that one Intelligence Officer working with Nixon who often comes and deliver documents to whoever is Easy's Commanding Officer.

She's stunning in her uniform right? Right. Well actually we don't know if she's stunning or if Luz is just utterly smitten by a goddamn C.O.

It's probably the latter but THAT DOESN'T MATTER.

What matters here is that epiphany George has when she comes rushing from Colonel Sink's office without having time to change into her uniform because she was on leave.

She's wearing a beautiful plaid blue three piece —I'm talking trousers, blazer, vest, tie, the whole shebang— and George suddenly understands Malark.

He groans and pretends to melt into the chair he's sitting in. Muck and Penkala find this very fucking amusing.

He's so dramatic about it, like, he wants you to know he is a d m i r i n g you. What he doesn't want to do is tell you.

Luz is the one who gives himself away to Don and I will stand by that.

SHIFTY POWERS

Unlike Malarkey, though, George definitely tries to hit on this one Lieutenant while they're off duty in England, which earns him some serious scolding from Winters and maybe —just maybe— a date from the C.O. he just flirted with.

Cheeky bastard.

He definitely defended Malarkey's interest in suited up women at some point.

Most assumed it was just out of courtesy because this man is a literal angel and everyone was going hard on Malark for absolutely no reason.

Truth is, he sees the appeal.

Yeah he very much sees the appeal.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Very quiet about his admiration so he goes unnoticed but uhhh definitely just as down for it as Don.

Some would underestimate his ability to sweettalk anyone into anything, by the way.

Forget Luz's obnoxiousness, Shifty gives out the most polite, subtle compliments to these women.

What a gentleman.

He probably would ask out a beautiful girl in a suit to everyone's surprise.

To some of them, an affirmative response from the woman would also come as a surprise.

Not for McClung though, he knew Shifty would get her duhhh.

Bull gives Hoob and Malark shit for drooling over Miss Tuxedo but high-key admires the women who wear them.

I don't know if he'd be attracted to them but he definitely thinks they're functional and badass, which he loves.

Specially if they smoke.

Actually, I feel like he would find this very sexy oop-

He would so have a "go girl" attitude whenever they would pass strutting by.

Honestly, I don't think he'd have much of an opinion on this, I firmly believe Bull loves functionality and tradition for him, and a suited up woman isn't very traditional :/.

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