#Navy Nurses Corps

[thecoparoom]

Irresistible as always

1943

[fdrlibrary]

A Woman’s War

Personnel shortages led the military to enlist more than 300,000 women volunteers during World War II. All of the military services created posters that encouraged women to join up. Thousands were recruited to serve as nurses. But many more chose to enter one of the women’s auxiliaries formed by the services.

Over 150,000 served in the Women’s Army Corps (WAC/WAAC) in jobs ranging from telephone, radio, and teletype operator to cryptographer, medical technician, sheet metal worker, and aircraft mechanic.

The Navy recruited over 80,000 WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service). They worked as clerks, secretaries, cryptologists, air traffic controllers, meteorologists, and translators.

The Marine Corps Women’s Reserve, established in February 1943, enrolled 23,000 women during the war.

While the Coast Guard Women’s Reserve enlisted more than 10,000 between 1942 and 1946.

Like some of the wartime posters that encouraged women to the join the industrial workforce, military recruitment posters sometimes offered mixed messages. Prevailing biases regarding gender roles dictated that women not serve in combat roles.

Learn more about this collection: https://fdr.artifacts.archives.gov/advancedsearch/Objects/invno%3AMO%202005.13.17*/images?page=1

Follow along throughout 2024 as we feature more #TheArtOfWar WWII posters from our Digital Artifact Collection.

[deesi-academia]

"Barbie is too girly and pink" ok but what about barbie is a ceo lawyer judge doctor chef actor artist dancer singer fashion designer director producer journalist photographer entrepreneur farmer florist teacher dentist nurse surgeon vet army navy marine corps air force officer policewoman lifeguard firefighter detective architect astronaut engineer biologist astrophysicist athlete gymnast pilot magician spy PRESIDENT OF A WHOLE WORLD-

[ersatz-ostrich]

Wolffe x f!Officer!Reader: One and Only

[A/N]: Bullying sucks, and for some reason, a lot of anti-bullying campaigns seem to make bullies nastier. I can't say if those campaigns succeeded, though, because I feel like the term 'bully' itself has been beaten to death. This oneshot is an edited, old work that I had deleted a few years ago. My younger self wrote this hoping for a cathartic escape from my past experiences with bullies. If it's a little overdone, that's why - but I hope some of you know what it was like, too. I hope you got the support you needed during those times, but if you didn't, I genuinely hope you will, sooner better than later.

Summary: Y/N, a naval officer spending most rotations on a Venator-class star destroyer, has loved and cherished Commander Wolffe as a partner for months now. They've always managed to stay in touch and pretty much nothing could break their bond—that is, other than the scathing comments of the critical and envious.

Warnings: Bullying and self-esteem issues.

read it here on ao3

"Ugh! How did Y/N ever get promoted to naval officer? She’s such a bitch ," A voice hissed from beyond the steel corridor of the Venator-class star destroyer, namely, the Reverence.

"It's unbelievable! And they say she's Commander Wolffe's girlfriend." Another voice added. 

From the far end of the hallway, you sighed, keeping your eyes glued to your datapad. The snide comments of gossipy subordinates and snarky superior officers were starting to eat away at what little confidence you held onto. The fact that they'd even mentioned Wolffe twisted their dagger-like insults into the very flesh of your psyche. 

Taking a sharp left into the control room, you wished that their eyes could refrain from boring straight into your back and following your bowed head past the glowing table to where the Admiral stood. 

"Admiral." He nodded in acknowledgement of your entrance.

"L/N. Have you received word from General Koon about our strategy for the offense?"

"I just received the transmission, sir. I came to inform you that he has approved our strategy and is willing to put it to the test." You answered, handing him your datapad.

"Thank you, officer. You may go now." You nodded and strode right out of the room and right into a gaggle of medbay nurses—civilians from a volunteer corp, terribly patronizing and unbelievably annoying—who immediately scattered, tittering with laughter. 

"Maker, I’m so glad I don’t have to wear the Navy uniform. Y/N L/N takes the olive out of olive-drab." One of the medbay nurses remarked as the group disappeared down the corridor, your full name rolling off of her tongue harshly, each syllable pronounced in repulsive mockery. You instinctively clutched your datapad, focusing on the deep black of space from outside the Reverence. Somewhere out there, Wolffe is waiting for me, you thought to yourself. Let's hope he hasn't forgotten about me.

Somewhere, several systems away, Commander Wolffe ducked into a canvas tent. The sound of LAATs soaring overhead, the revving of speeder bikes, and overall commotion filled his ears—but he paid no attention to the din as he quickly punched a code into his holoprojector. After a few minutes of dialing, a familiar blue hologram finally appeared in the palm of his hand.

“Wolffe?" Your voice, although crackling with signal static, was music to Wolffe's ears.

"Y/N!" He smiled for the first time in days, the smile reaching his eyes that had become shadowed from many sleepless nights. "How’s work on the Reverence?" You shook your head.

"Well, it's been a lot like the usual." You answered, sighing. You didn’t feel like lying to Wolffe anymore—’good’ just didn’t sum up your experience at all. "I don't think a whole lot of people like me on this ship." Wolffe's smile immediately disappeared. 

"What makes you think that?" 

"It's just...I always hear this mechanic or that nurse talking behind my back. It's like they don't bother to hide it anymore." You rambled. "I hate it. I wish they'd issued me a bucket like yours to wear so I wouldn't have to show my face in front of a bunch of people who absolutely detest my ugly face!" You clenched your fists, making wrinkles in your olive-drab uniform pants.. Watching you hold back tears, Wolffe solemnly wished that he could be physically present to comfort you and hold you in his arms. 

"Y/N..." He averted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head. "I wish I could just tell all of those di'kuts to stop—"

"Wolffe, you don't have to." You interrupted him, expression caught between twisted despair and an apologetic smile. "I'm used to it, but all of this bantha shit gets to me sometimes." Wolffe chuckled quietly, sending butterflies fluttering into your stomach.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, Y/N. I promise we'll be together soon." His eyes were sincere, despite his cybernetic eye. As he spoke, Sinker poked his head into the canvas tent. 

"Commander? We're still waiting on bacta. Do you really think we should consider buying bacta from the locals?" The clone inquired, jerking his thumb to where the medical tent was pitched.

"They know that we can't tell the difference between real bacta and watery jelly..." Wolffe grumbled. "Give me a moment." Sinker ducked back out of the tent, and Wolffe returned to his call. 

"What was that about?" You inquired, cocking your head in questioning. 

"Sorry Y/N, Sinker just popped in with a question." Wolffe paused, thinking quickly. "Say, Y/N. We're running out of bacta at the camps, but the locals cultivate and sell it. I don't know if we should buy it, 'cause we don't know if it's legitimate or not, and if it's actually medical grade." You pondered for a moment, searching your memory for whatever had been scribbled into the reg books of years past about Wolffe's particular dilemma.

"Hmm...what you can do is check samples of the bacta they sell to make sure it's legit. Real bacta has a thin but slimy consistency, like that of sticky porridge rations, you know what I mean? Make sure it isn't watered down.” You stated. “Oh, and the preferred kind of bacta that we typically use is mostly clear or tinged blue from the added drugs. It should also have a certain smell, kind of pungent because of the bacteria cultures in it but also kind of like the chemical additives it contains." 

Wolffe listened intently as you listed the specifications of medical-grade bacta. He enjoyed hearing you talk, especially about something you were well-versed in or passionate about—he could see the admiration glimmering in your eyes, and what confidence you had finally began to show itself. You could read him a whole reg book and he’d be riveted. 

"So, as long as it meets the requirements for standard bacta, you can buy it. As long as it doesn't cost an LAAT and a few DC-15s, I guess." You concluded with a quiet chuckle.

"That's all I need to know, Y/N. You're a life-saver, I mean it." Wolffe answered with a sincere smile. He clambered off of the munitions crate he had been using as a seat and shifted his gaze to the commotion outside of his little canvas nook. From within the hologram, you saluted. 

"No problem, Wolffe. I'll see you around, I guess." 

"I'll be with you as soon as I find time, Y/N. I promise." Wolffe murmured, eyes softening. 

"I'll be waiting."

Wolffe did end up striking up a bargain with the planet's natives, heading back to the camp with crates full of bacta. He'd memorized your instructions from the beginning to the end—check the viscosity, the color, and the smell. With your trusty advice, Wolffe inspected the bacta carefully with his medics.

       "This is some good bacta." One of the medics whistled, hauling the last of the load into the rather haphazardly set up medical tent. “How much did you say you bought it for, Commander?” Ducking under the coarse fabric, Wolffe nodded in agreement and replied absentmindedly, thoughts wandering to the many misfortunes that could have unfolded had you not been there to guide him.

Many, many parsecs away, you gazed at the stars through thick transparisteel with forlorn eyes. Your many tormenters—one of which included your own conscience—taunted you, but their voices became muffled as you diverted your focus to a different, more uplifting hypothetical, wondering on about the pit of shame you would have been wallowing in had Wolffe not picked you up out of the pile of bantha shit you'd gotten yourself into simply by introducing yourself to a crew that wished you'd never existed. 

Every minute he had to spare, he was attempting to patch through a transmission in hopes of cheering you up. He could have picked anyone to surrender his love to—someone more beautiful, more confident—but he had to pick you.

       "Officer L/N. The Admiral wants you on the bridge." One of the OODs' voices crackled onto the comm on your sleeve, snapping you out of your star-studded reverie. Peeling your eyes away from the glimmering beauty of space, you dashed for the elevator.        

       "Tell him that I'll be there in a few." You called out while slipping into the lift. The door opened to the command bridge, where the admiral stood admiring the vacuum of deep space as you had a couple of floors below.

“L/N." He began. "General Koon has informed me that the offensive against Separatist blockades has succeeded. Moderate to minimum damage and little casualties." Excitement began to bubble from within you. "He states that no other officer could have created an attack plan as brilliant and niche as yours, L/N. He considers you to be one of his best tacticians."

"I am honored to receive such praise from General Koon, Admiral. I only consider this a part of my duty as a strategic officer." 

"You certainly should be, L/N. This assault was one of our campaign's most successful by far. We have scheduled shore leave in two rotations, L/N. Keep up the good work." With a curt nod, you pivoted on your heels and exited the bridge.

Every inch of Wolffe's body was tingling with electric excitement. He couldn't possibly wait a second longer until he could finally hold you in his arms, unlike the incorporeal hologram he'd been speaking to for endless rotations. As the Reverence entered the atmosphere and his ship neared the hangar's tractor beams, he felt as if he could feel your Force signature on the ship, even though he wasn't Force-sensitive. 

The ship slowed to a stop, backing into the hangar bay. Wolffe was quick to jump down the ramp and onto the hangar, much to the surprise of his brothers and commanding officer still on board.

"Are you in a rush, Commander?" Quipped said commanding officer. The Kel Dor Jedi was making his way down the ramp, watching amusedly as Wolffe searched the bustling hangar for what seemed to be nothing in particular. 

"Yeah, where are you going so quickly?" Comet inquired, appearing from within the ship with Sinker and Boost on his heels. "Maybe he's looking for his girlfriend ," he whispered to the two, who cast knowing, side-eyed glances at each other.

You were cloistered away in your office, agonizing over several datapads and a rather large and complicated star map. Anxiously running a hand through your hair, your eyes flitted from one barrage of glowing blue Aurebesh to another. 

"Our campaign, our offensive." You muttered frantically. "I can feel the dark circles under my eyes growing." You pulled up yet another intricate star map, this time depicting a different sector. "Intel says there's a blockade here, here, and here...there, too..." 

Your thought process had already been set into motion as you first inspected the loose estimates of the Separatist numbers. Then, according to that, you instinctively began to formulate the optimal course of action—after months of long nights of studying for exams and even longer nights of strategizing aboard the Reverence and formerly the Triumphant, formulating battle strategies like so had become second nature to you. 

"The last two-pronged 'bident' attack might have been successful upon deployment of the Y-wings, but can we really guarantee the success—or predict the failure—of a Y-wing bombing run or a Torrent fighter attack?" You mused. 

"Oh my Force, she's back at it again..." You heard a fellow naval officer groan from across the office. “Karking hell, shut the kriff up!”

"Back again at what, exactly?" A familiarly gruff voice nearly made you trip over your abandoned desk chair from standing up so quickly. The big-mouthed officer from the other side of the office shut himself up immediately, standing ramrod straight and saluting stiffly. Prying your eyes away from the star maps, you saw the most welcome sight of all—Wolffe, tossing his helmet to the ground with a clatter as lurched over your desk to cup your face in his warm, gloved hands. You shimmied around your closet-like office space to throw your arms around his neck, closing in for a passionate and well-deserved kiss, filled with all of the emotions that had lost themselves in all of the sleepless nights you'd spent apart. 

"You don't know how happy I am to see you again." You breathed, melting in his embrace. Admiring the facial features that had been the object of ridicule by your bullies, Wolffe showed an air of concern at the dark shadows making themselves prominent under your drained-looking eyes. 

"You don't look too good, mesh’la. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Sleep can wait when an entire fleet is at risk." You answered, slipping out of his arms and making your way out of the office. You sat yourself back down at your cluttered desk, putting your head in your hands. Wolffe opted to lean against the doorframe.

"I heard from General Plo that your strategy was a success." Wolffe began. "He thinks very highly of you, Y/N."

"And so I've heard." You droned sardonically, peering at the clone commander from over your hands. "The Admiral told me all about it. How was your ground campaign?"

"Well, your advice worked wonders for our medical team. Your instructions alone saved dozens of good men out there, Y/N." 

"I'm just doing my job, Wolffe. It's all in a day's work. Any other borderline competent naval officer could have told you how to buy bacta." You replied. Wolffe sighed, taking a seat atop your desk and grasping your hands.

"You've gotta be bluffing. I can't think of any other officer who takes control of a situation like you do." 

"Really? I'm not that special."

"Are you kidding me, Y/N? Have you really been listening in on whatever those grunts are saying? Look at you." Wolffe released your hands and reached over to let a hand graze over your cheek. "Look at the wit in those eyes. You're smarter than what you give yourself credit for." Before Wolffe could continue, your comm chirped.

“Officer L/N speaking,”

"Officer?" The Admiral’s voice made you jump. "I wanted you to know that General Koon and I have put in a good word for you on the subject of promotion to a higher rank that is to be determined." 

"Really?" You sat up in your office chair, staring incredulously at your comm.

“Congratulations, L/N. Keep up the good work.”

"Need I say more?" Wolffe cast you a lopsided smile, eyes twinkling. "You're one of a kind, Y/N. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." He pulled you in for a kiss. 

"One of a kind, huh?" You mumbled into the kiss.

"That's right." Wolffe firmly believed that there wasn't a single person in the galaxy that could compare to you. Your ingenuity, astuteness, and acuity illuminated the black-and-white, never-ending crusade he had been born into.

“You’re my one and only.”

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[fyrewalks]

reintroducing mx adriana diaz or a study in the danger of expectations and stereotypes

adri is the youngest diaz sibling by about 6 years (going with eddie as the middle child) - now 26

as the youngest daughter, adri was likely always going to be spoiled, but the larger age gap certainly added to it. she was and always has been treated as the baby of the family (until christopher at least)

the spoiled youngest is a stereotype adri learns to play into; she knows to play clueless and to blink her doe eyes at her parents when in trouble, but it’s not all great - they expect her to be emotional and not as smart as sophia or eddie, so adri lives to those expectations. 

but discomfort grows as she gets older - once careless parents turn more strict. if eddie’s teenage pregnancy was awful to them, then the idea of another one with adri is abhorrent. she doesn’t cope well with the change. (she blames eddie and their relationship isn’t great by the time shannon and chris are around bc, again, adri isn’t great with change)

she grows up dancing folklorico and traditional ballet. at 14/15, she’s invited to a summer intensive in nyc (a big deal in the prof dance world) but her parents won’t let her go and her big city dreams die with the disappointment. 

so adri decides if she can’t do what she wants, she’ll do what eddie couldn’t (bc lowkey adri is petty as hell). she refocuses on volleyball and one of the few perks of an all girl’s catholic school is all the extracurriculars and sports they encourage look great on college apps. she falls into the ‘perfect daughter’ routine that no one ever expected of her.

by the end of high school, she’s captain of the volleyball team and has a few scholarships lined up at upenn if she plays there. but they don’t cover everything and private out of state uni’s are expensive. since adri wants to go into nursing anyway, she decides to join the nrotc nursing corps program, but her parents forbid it and adri just gives in. they’re fighting her on the move to philly as it is and it starts to dawn on her that they see college as ‘mrs degree’ - a way for her meet a husband and settle down. 

upenn is great for adri - she’s captain of a volleyball team again, a sorority girl, and has an on-and-off relationship that turns serious during their last two years of college. as much as adri didn’t want to meet the ‘mrs degree’ expectation, she and rafael get engaged shortly after graduating. he is actually navy, gearing up for flight school, so they do a small courthouse wedding to make everything easier. 

(adri also comes out as nonbinary between her second and third year of college to very little fanfare. she doesn’t advertise it too much given the sports world at the time. and even now, she’s still untangling if her parents' subdued rxn is actual support, indifference, or disbelief/humoring her.)

like eddie, adri rushes into a marriage. one she has no idea how to navigate between her own new career and raf’s. the moves make her feel unsettled and while fitting in among the navy so’s should bring her comfort, it ultimately doesn’t. it’s just more stereotypes for her to be pigeonholed into. 

in fact, as adri, who started a more content creator style presence on insta as a college athlete, starts sharing more of her experience being a new military spouse, she realizes just how much she hates the little corner of the world she’s fallen into. 

a bad argument leads to adri initiating the divorce - while they were originally on the same page about wanting kids, raf’s insistence on adri doing the whole stay at home thing leads to adri sharing that she’s unsure if she wants kids at all. (something she was maybe in the wrong for keeping it to herself for as long as she did, even if raf isn't necessarily great either.) 

(for more context - they had a pregnancy scare in college. they were on the same page then about the roles they’d take, but while raf’s thoughts stayed the same, adri’s changed as both her nursing and sm careers took off)

so, where does a freshly divorced, semi-influencer end up? la of course. it’s the best of both worlds - content potential and family (rather than moving back to philly with only friends that all knew raf). at least, adri’s smart enough to keep working as a nurse in la too. 

some personality notes: adri tends to be very charming and sweet. she is very easy to get along with but the majority of her relationships are surface deep. in her real life, adri isn’t great at putting herself in others’ shoes. for whatever reason, compassion and sympathy comes easier to her when she’s in scrubs.

[taraross-1787]

This Day in History: Navy Nurse Corps

At about this time in 1944, women in the Navy Nurse Corps are given full military ranks for the first time. The Corps’ Superintendent, Sue Dauser, becomes the first woman in the Navy to hold the rank of Captain.

The move came after years of hard work.

Nurses had been helping the Navy for decades, of course. When the hospital ship Red Rover traveled up and down the Mississippi during the Civil War, it had volunteer nurses on board. Likewise, USS Relief carried volunteer nurses during the Spanish-American War.

Things became more official in 1908.

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-navy-nurse-corps

[thiziri]

Royal Navy's newest sailors at HMS Raleigh greeted by Princess Anne during Passing Out parade

The Princess Royal takes salute at HMS Raleigh passing out parade.

Princess Anne made a special trip to HMS Raleigh yesterday, April 21, as the guest of honour at its Passing Out Parade to celebrate the newest sailors joining the fleet. The basic training facility of the Royal Navy at Torpoint was last visited by Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royal, in 2017.

HMS Raleigh is the home of both initial naval training for Royal Navy ratings and professional training. She arrived via royal helicopter and was greeted by the commanding officer of HMS Raleigh, captain Jane Roe ADC Royal Navy.

During the visit, Princess Anne met with the service, civilian and contractor staff who help deliver and support world-class training, as well as talking to a selection of recruits at various stages of their Royal Navy journey. The Cunningham 22/32 class are the latest recruits to complete their 10-week phase one training at the Torpoint base.

Among those to have met her was recruit Brodrick from Bristol, who is currently in week four of her training. She said: “I see The Princess Royal as a role model and an example on how I, as a female in the Royal Navy, can reach the highest ranks."

Chief petty officer Dav Hayer added: “I have met Her Majesty through her position as the chancellor of the University Highland and Islands where I am currently completing my MSc, and today [April 21] it is special to meet her in her role in the Royal Navy.”

Reflecting on her position of admiral of the Sea Cadets Corps, petty officer Stephen Owen from Liskeard, who works in the youth training team said: “It is appropriate The Princess Royal is here today [April 21]. 400 sea cadets are about to arrive to undertake the Annual National Drill and Piping competition at HMS RALEIGH, and she is an important head of our organisation.”

The Princess Royal inspects the passing out class at HMS Raleigh.

The class passing out was Cunningham 22/32, comprising of 25 sailors who are joining the fleet as future weapon and marine engineers, warfare specialists, Royal Navy Police, and a qualified dental nurse. The Princess Royal took the salute at the parade, which included Ship’s Company Divisions, and presented the training prizes and service awards.

Acting as guard officer, chief petty officer Al Lowe said: “It was a real privilege to be on parade in front of The Princess Royal, and it’s hugely rewarding to see these men and women evolve into effective members of the Royal Navy. All the training staff wish them luck as they start the next phase of specialist training.”

The Princess Royal meets HMS Raleigh recruit CS Sebastien Kava Liliu who is the first Solomon Islander to join the Royal Navy.

During her visit, six senior ratings serving at HMS Raleigh had their near 200 years’ service recognised with awards presented by Princess Anne. The sailors, all living in the south west and serving on the training staff at the New Entry Training establishment in Torpoint, Cornwall, have had their outstanding service marked with awards of Clasps to their long service and Good Conduct medal and Valedictory Certificates.

Petty officers Matthew Hocking and Stuart Donaldson both received the first Clasp to their medal after attaining over 25 years’ service, while warrant officers first class Ian Bailey and Justin Newbury both received their second Clasp after completing over 35 years’ service.

© Plymouth Live

[whiskers-my-beloved]

Hello everyone ! Can't believe people are interested in this but oh well. Look at the result :D

Here my research S.T.A.R.S was formed in April 1996, RE1 happens in July 24, 1998. Meaning Barbie would have been in S.T.A.R.S. for around 2 years. I have looked at the Wikipedia lists of all her carreers till 1996. Here the source Those are:

In The medicalfield

Candy striper / Hospital Volunteer (1964)

Nurse (1961)

Surgeon (1973)

Doctor (1988)

Veterinarian (1985)

Army medic (1993)

Pediatrician (1995)

In Sports

Cheerleader (1964)

Drum majorette (1964)

Ballerina (1961)

Olympic gymnast (1974)

Olympic figure skater (1975)

Olympic skier (1975)

Olympic swimmer (1975)

Equestrian (1976)

Aerobics instructor (1984)

Ballroom dancer (1991)

Rockette (1992)

Gymnast (1993)

Baseball player (1993)

Lifeguard (1994)

Scuba diver (1994)

In Armed Forces

Canadian Mountie / Mounted Police (1987)

United States Army officer (1989)

United States Air Force pilot (1991)

United States Marine Corps sergeant (1991)

United States Navy petty officer QM1 (1991)

United States Air Force Thunderbirds pilot (1993)

Police officer (1993)

Could Be Useful

Pianist (1989)

Pilot (1989)

Barbie really is over qualitfied for this. Probably can't have her had done all these jobs if she is around 20-30. But still. Barbie is over qualified for S.T.A.R.S. Also thank @thevoidlord23 for your encouragement :D Made me really start digging into this AU ❤️

Also my bestie hates that this is happening, regrets telling me about Detective Barbie: The Mystery Cruise :D If you have any ideas lemme know!

[lboogie1906]

Phyllis Mae Dailey (September 24, 1915 - January 9, 1991) was a nurse. On March 8, 1945, she was inducted into the Navy Nurse Corps. She was the first African American sworn in as a Navy nurse, following changes in Navy recruitment and admittance procedures that had excluded African American women from joining the Nurse Corps.

African American nurses were not prohibited from entering the services after 1944, they were often “overlooked” in Army, Navy, and Red Cross recruiting drives until early 1945.

First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and Mable Keaton Staupers, executive secretary of the National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses, were among the most vocal critics of the implicit ban on African American nurses.

A graduate of Lincoln School of Nursing in New York and a student of public health at Teachers College, Columbia University, she had been rejected from entering the Air Force. She stated that she “knew the barriers were going to be broken down and felt the more applicants, the better the chances would be for each person.” #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[scotianostra]

On July 14th 1927 The Scottish National War Memorial opened.

The Scottish National War Memorial, located in Edinburgh Castle, commemorates Scottish soldiers and civilians, as well as those serving with Scottish regiments who died in World War I, World War II, and other conflicts.

Robert Lorimer was the chief architect who designed the monument in 1919 and officially opened on this day in 1927.

Leading a team of two hundred artists and craftsmen, Lorimer designed the building in a style inspired by the architecture of Renaissance Scotland to include monuments to all the Services, regiments and corps that served in the First World War, but also to the many non-combatants and uniquely to all Scottish women.

The outstanding stained glass by Douglas Strachan and the bronze frieze by Alice and Morris Meredith Williams, together with the numerous other sculptures do more than gather diverse monuments in one place, however. They also present the wider message of hope that the terrible sacrifice of the war should not have been in vain: that it would secure peace and should prove truly to have been ‘the war to end war.’

The names of Scots killed by enemy action or who died from wounds, diseases or injuries during their service in the British Armed Forces, Merchant Navy, armed forces of the Dominions, women’s services and nursing services, together with all members of Scottish regiments, are listed on the Rolls of Honour held within the Memorial.

Those not serving in Scottish regiments must either have been born in Scotland or have at least one parent born in the countr

Last year solar panels were installed on the roof of the Scottish National War Memorial at Edinburgh Castle as part of moves to cut carbon emissions. They have been placed on the building as part of Historic Environment's continued programme to reduce energy use across the historic properties in its care.

[talesfrommedinastation]

Minor OCs of 'Far Past The Ring'

I finally get off my butt and post this!

Here's a little guide to some of the OCs that, while not big players, show up and have minute roles in Far Past the Ring:

Tro Chapelle- The spirited eldest child of the Drummer-Chapelle family. A high school freshmen and future materials scientist, Tro looks to the beautiful in the places she can. Encouraged by her parents, she creates art in all spaces, ranging from polish on nails to paint on armor to even making stuffed animals. Tro also does her best to be inclusive and kind strangers, especially girls her age. With that being said, she has a teen edge to her, especially if she feels undermined or threatened–such as when new members of her baby cousin’s family arrive on Medina Station.

Miriam Martin - the wife of both Timon Chapelle and Dr Tanke Drummer in their polycule, she is a gentle natured Earther who was raised on Ceres by her Christian missionary grandparents. Kicked out of her church due to her sexuality, Miriam immediately joined the Free Navy as a communications specialist, where she met her husband and wife. After they left the service, they settled down on Ceres, where they started their family. After the children got older, Miriam went back to work as a kindergarten teacher, first on Ceres and then on Medina Station. She loves children, having a nice home and is the calming feature in the otherwise wild Drummer-Chapelle family. She is the biological mother of only Tro, but all of the children address her as 'mama' or 'Mimi'.

Blid Chapelle - the oldest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Blid is almost 12, obsessed with guns, explosions, and being a soldier. He also loves to tease and make others laugh, though it annoys his sister, irritates his aunt, and upsets his little brother. He is fascinated and excited by both Clone Force 99 and the rest of the clones, especially Crosshair. 

Haber ‘Hobbs’ Chapelle - the youngest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Haber is 7, quiet, and good natured. He is especially attached to his baby cousin, Meg, as well as his rescued cats, Trash and Garbage. A nurturing and attentive boy, he loves fixing things and wants to be a physician, like his mother and grandfather. 

Omega ‘Meg’ Drummer - the beloved baby of the extended Drummer-Chapelle family, Meg is the biological daughter of Clone Force 99 member, Tech, and Dr. Sjael Drummer. A curious 2-and-a-half-year-old, Meg is adventurous and bright, loving to run around her family members, escape through air vents, and be read to. She is especially adored by her cousins Tro and Haber, who get very defensive if anything remotely dangerous gets near her. 

CT-9991, Druid - the stoic but kind-hearted leader of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps, Druid is a communications and encryption expert, having become fluent in Shrywook, Thykarann, and Xaczik, due to his station on Kashyyyk during the Clone Wars. He was very close to Commander Mayday, who worked with him in some of the rougher terrain on the planet. 

CT-9992, Metric - the medic of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps. Though trained as a soldier, Metric often served as the de-facto healer while serving in the wilds of Kashyyyk under Druid. He is a jovial, laid-back man who loved working with Wookiees.  

Inez Yao - a pretty and charming Martian nurse who works under Dr. Tanke Drummer in Medina Station. A former medic in the MCRN, she is friends with Bobbie Draper, and loves to party and dance.

Dr. Devi Thomas - a microbiologist from the South Asian Trade Zone on Earth who works on Medina Station. She is Sjael Drummer’s friend, and her daughter, Sita Thomas, is best friends with Meg Drummer as well. Devi was widowed in the Bombardment of Earth, where her husband, Neel, was killed in the attack on Taiwan. She has a mild crush on Prax Meng, and is somewhat envious of Sjael's relationship with him.

[mercurygray]

Would you ever write, and I know this is very early days, your Girl Gang crossing over into MotA?

Oh, absolutely. This is the Darkening Sky cinematic universe we're talking about. The flyboys are not immune - TDS crossovers will be inevitable. The fun thing about Masters of the Air is that because this is a different service branch, I have to think long and hard about what the repercussions for allowing women into front line infantry service will do for the Army Air Corps.

I've sort of skirted around the idea that the Marines have said no to women in forward roles, and it's been suggested the Navy may be okay with women in very specific-but-not-quite-forward roles as well. I think - and I still have to play around with this a little more - that the Air Corps will, like the Marines, decide that there are some bridges they will not cross, initially, and letting women fly the bombers into combat is not one of them. (Or maybe it would be? Maybe there's some value to small and agile ball turret gunners. And there's the problem, too, of what happens when women are shot down and become prisoners of war. Because that will happen. That's what always happens when you put people into planes. ) Maybe that's the crux there - that they'll let them ferry the planes to the field, let them fly and fight as crew, but never be in charge of the whole plane.

Eileen will be someone's nose art. It has to happen. Joan might be on someone's plane, too, depending on what I decide Kurt is flying.

Obviously I'll need to think about this a little more. Regardless, I *do* have some characters kicking around the edges of the airfield already - one of them, Edie, is from an earlier abandoned project, and two more of them don't have names. One went to school with Joan - a pole vaulter and hurdler - and one is a flight nurse who doesn't suffer fools.

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[fdrlibrary]

BLACK WOMEN IN THE WARTIME STRUGGLE

Black women were on the frontlines of civil rights activism during the war years.

The grassroots organizing work of young leaders like Juanita Jackson, Ella Baker and Rosa Parks helped fuel a dramatic increase in NAACP membership and branch activism. Union organizers like Dollie Lowther Robinson and Maida Springer labored to ensure workers’ rights. Black women also engaged in direct-action protests against segregation like Pauli Murray’s 1940 arrest for sitting in the whites-only section of a bus in Virginia.

Grassroots organizers Juanita Jackson, Ella Baker, and Rosa Parks helped the NAACP grow dramatically during the war. - https://www.mdhistory.org/resources/jackson-and-mitchell-family-portrait/ - https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/94504496/ - https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2015647352/

More than half a million Black women left farm and domestic work for better-paying jobs in wartime shipyards and defense factories. But they had to struggle against employers who refused to hire Black women (or confined them to menial jobs) and white employees who resisted working alongside them.

Black women also overcame determined opposition to enter the armed services. Mary McLeod Bethune served as a special assistant in the War Department and worked with the National Council of Negro Women and Eleanor Roosevelt to open the Women’s Army Corps (WAC) to Black recruits. Eventually, 6,500 served. Bethune also lobbied successfully for officer appointments. Still, Black WACs served in segregated units and were often assigned low-skilled work. The Army also limited the number of Black nurses and restricted them to segregated hospitals. Conditions in the Navy were even worse. Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox opposed the entry of Black women into the service’s women’s auxiliary (WAVES). They were only admitted after his death in 1944.

Major Charity E. Adams inspects a Women’s Army Corps (WAC) battalion in England, February 15, 1945 (https://catalog.archives.gov/id/531249)

African American women also took on the then taboo subject of sexual violence. Sexual assaults on Black women by white men were a parallel offense to the lynchings of Black men. A 1944 Alabama rape case involving Recy Taylor sparked an NAACP investigation by Rosa Parks and widespread publicity. The Committee for Equal Justice, organized by Parks, led a national protest drive to bring the seven, armed white rapists to justice. Its allies included the Southern Negro Youth Congress (SNYC), described by historian Erik McDuffie as “the shock troops for Black equality across the Jim Crow South during the war.” The SNYC conducted wartime campaigns for desegregation and voting and labor rights. Its leadership included women like Rose Mae Catchings and Sallye Bell Davis, mother of activist Angela Davis.

Please visit our current special exhibition BLACK AMERICANS, CIVIL RIGHTS, AND THE ROOSEVELTS, 1932-1962: https://www.fdrlibrary.org/civil-rights-special-exhibit

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The oddly specific thing I collect is teddy bears in historical uniforms. So far, I only have WWI Australian. These ones are all from the same line, designed for the centenary of the war and in large part intended as educational tools for primary schools. All except the large and the small one came with names, some of whom were mentioned in the accompanying book, "John Murray's Diary" (one of those subscription books where you fill up a ring binder, it included commemorative pennies?? I have it as an E-Book).

The big one was sold as the "Spirit of Remembrance" bear, but I call him Horace. He's real mohair and there were 1,918 of him made to mark the centenary of the armistice. Next to him is Trooper Bert Jones the Light Horse bear with his emu feathers. The one in the helmet and goggles is Lieutenant Thomas Hendy the Australian Flying Corps bear. Next to him is Private John Murray, and next to Murray is Private Ernest Harvey the Gallipoli bear, with his webbing and rifle. Finally, the mini bear was sold as the "Little Digger" bear, and he came with blank attestation papers to "create your own story". I've named him Mervyn. His colour patches are 4th Battalion but I intend to change them to 12th.

In the future I hope to find Bernadette O'Meara the nurse bear, Able Seaman Miller the Navy bear, and a few others, but mostly those two. I'm also saving up for a replica Farnell mascot bear. These were miniature bears able to be carried in the pocket and they were very popular. They were available in the usual blonde mohair but also white, bright red, and blue.

[writer-of-various]

Name: Rebecca Miller

Age: 27

Rank: Sergeant

Occupation: US Navy Nurse, Combat Medic for 1st Marine Divison

Affiliations: 1st Marine Divison, Miller (younger brother), Angels of Baaton

Height: 5'7

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Build: Skinny

Profile:

Rebecca Miller was born on May 27th, 1925, in San Francisco, CA. She is the older sister of Christopher Miller and was part of the United States Navy Women Corps. She volunteered to be a Combat Medic for the US Marines after the US declared war on Japan, where she was stationed on Pearl Harbor and survived, under the disguise as a male. Both Miller siblings joined the 1st Marine Division and are to fight in the Pacific.

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[taraross-1787]

On this day in 1912, a World War II heroine is born. Ann Agnes Bernatitus is remembered for being the first person in the United States Navy to receive the Legion of Merit. Bernatitus served our country as a Navy Nurse in the months immediately following Pearl Harbor.

“I always wanted to be a nurse,” she explained. “There was nothing else for girls to do in those days but be a school teacher or a nurse.” She began her training in 1931, and she joined the Navy Nurse Corps in 1936.

She was serving in the Philippines by the summer of 1940. Her assignment in the Philippines had been a nice one—a “choice assignment for nurses looking for adventure on a two-year tour of duty,” as the National WWII Museum describes it. That would quickly change. Japanese bombers came for the Philippines within hours of the Pearl Harbor attack.

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-ann-bernatitus