#cowboy!john b

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝒹 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ

warnings: they’re both kinda pervy 😭 male masturbation, 18+, MDNI,

Cowboy!au Masterlist

He panted heavily, pulling his bandana from his face and finally letting his horse take a breath. He had nowhere to go, his friends were scattered around, and he knew they’d be fine together. But he was alone, and no civilian would take him in this late.

at least that’s what he thought.

He walked the road, horses reins in his hands. He was getting exhausted, and he knew they would have to hole up somewhere eventually.

He looked around, seeing a poster put up of him on a wood post, his face drawn on with the words “wanted dead or alive. Reward: 5,000.” printed under it. He scoffed, ripping it off the post and crumbling it, throwing it behind him.

“Wow- uhm, sir?!” Your voice called out to him, although he didn’t register it at first. “Sir?” You repeated, tapping on his shoulder. He jolted slightly, turning to meet your eyes.

Even in the dark, he could see that you were beautiful. His mouth went agape as he stared, eyes getting lost in yours for a moment.

“Are you okay? uhm- you have… blood. On your shirt.” You motioned to the stains on his chest, that reached all the way to the back of his shirt.

“Oh! Yeah, I know, it’s not mines. I’m fine.” He told you, snapping out of his daze.

“Oh.” You murmured. “Do you live ‘round here or something?” You asked him, scrunching up your face in the cutest way he’s ever seen.

He was shocked, there was posters of his name and face all around town. “Yeah.. something like that.” He responded, turning his head when he heard his horse make a noise and began to lay down, John b frowning and pulling on his reins.

“Up, girl.” He muttered under his breath, feeling bad about it but he couldn’t stay in the middle of the road.

“Oh, poor thing. How long have you guys been out?” You asked, kneeling down to reach the horses level, gently petting it.

“A- A couple hours now..” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, watching you.

“Well, uhm… I know this sounds weird, but I’m gonna feel real bad if I don’t offer it at least. My pa’s farm is just right there, we have stables and I think your horse could really use some rest. My daddy’s not home for a couple days, so it should be fine-“

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t wanna bother you.” He told you, waving it off.

“I insist. Jus’ stay for a day or two, you look like you could use a shower. And she looks like she can use some food or somethin’.”

He looked down at himself, grimaced and sighed. “Alright.” He agreed, watching you stand back up, leading him over to your house.

“Here’s your room!” You motioned to the guest bedroom in front of you, walking into it to fix a blanket.

“It’s… beautiful.” He told you, looking around the room and the decorations. It was homey.

“Thank you. I decorated it myself.” You paused, looking at him with a smile and walking to the doorway. “You need anything, ask me, alright? Here’s a towel.” You told him, handing him the towel, his hand touching yours for a brief moment.

“Thanks…” he trailed off, watching your hips sway as you moved to leave, eyes on your ass. He shook that thought, this sweet girl was giving him hospitality !! And he was checking you out like a perv.

When he was in the shower, the thoughts didn’t go away. His cock was aching, tip red and angry. He groaned quietly in frustration, glancing around the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before his hand traveled down his body, and down to his aching member.

He ran his thumb over his tip, before slowly tugging on his cock, his mind filled with images of you as he leaned onto the thin walls with a hand holding him up, biting his bottom lip to stop any sound from coming out, only letting quiet and small grunts come out every often when he couldn’t help it.

Little did he know, you had heard every single sound that he made, with your ear pressed against the door.

[soupy-sez]

Midnight Cowboy (1969)

[music-is-my-life-man]

Elton John, 1975

[lildoodlenoodle]

MW2 Western AU comic no.1

[unproduciblesmackdown]

forty years later: do you think this one musical about a protagonist sorta yeehaw Musician who has to grab his guitar & run a winding path through the silent hill fog going "i'm pure of heart!" to try to save his wife imprisoned by [context: capitalism] wants what the other musical about that has

[mikelogan]

MIKELOGAN’s 5K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION || GET TO KNOW ME MEME FAVORITE ALBUMS [1/10]

Horse of a Different Color is the debut studio album by American country music duo Big & Rich, released May 4, 2004.

brothers and sisters we are here for one reason and one reason alone to share our love of music i present to you country music without prejudice, hey!

[ruleof3bobby]

THE ELECTRIC HORSEMAN (1979) Grade: B 

Loved the cinematography, the acting (Willie Nelson!) & the music worked well.I don't think they make movies like this now, definitely will have a different, more happier ending. 

[rastronomicals]

May 19:

On the 19th of May, 1972, hard rock/prog synthesis band Uriah Heep laid upon us Demons And Wizards, their fourth album.

On the very same day of the very same year, but in another place entirely, Canterbury band Caravan dropped their somewhat underrated fourth album, Waterloo Lily.

On this date in 1975, Elton John released his classic album that pretty much crushed whatever else 1975 had to offer, Captain Fantastic & The Brown Dirt Cowboy.

Except maybe Jaws.

On the 19th of May, 1992, Neurosis unleashed Souls At Zero, their album.

[schlock-luster-video]

Remembering Liz Renay on the anniversary of her date of birth. (1926 - 2007) Here's some Desperate Living art to mark the occasion!

[wombpala]

a. dean always gets the time travel eps bc his archetype is anachronistic

b. dean quotes 'blazing saddles', dresses up as a tacky costume party version of a cowboy, and calls himself Clint Eastwood in Frontierland; he's reciting their own mythos back to them (and they don't even recognize it)

c. in Time After Time dean quotes 'the untouchables' to actual real Elliot Ness, the guy the movie was based on, and later, when Elliot Ness chastises him for hitting a witness (played for laughs obviously), he says "what? I learned it from watching you." which is something a son says to his father in an anti-narcotics PSA in the 80s. positioning Elliot Ness as father. and furthermore. he didn't learn shit from watching Elliot Ness he learned it from watching the distorted movie parody of Elliot Ness. he's parodying a parody.

d. in In the Beginning Dean talks young John into buying the impala instead of the van he was abt to buy, bc vans are lame and gay, obviously and the Impala is cool and masc and will still be cool and masc in 40 years. "my dad taught me everything I know." he is teaching his father how to construct his own mythos in real time. dean (parody of john's masculinity) is teaching his own father how to be masculine. ouroboros. reciting his own mythos back to him. as he looks on in blank incomprehension.

[elsaellaelys]

The most amazing fanfics about JJ Maybank

(Straight from my collection)

a/n: I was going throught my likes and had an amazing idea: putting all my favorite JJ fics in one post so everyone could enjoy it with me! That's why I'm taking so much to post my requested fics, but they're coming...

I hope you enjoy this as much as I. This fanfics inspired me and helped me throught the last months and I couldn't be more grateful for this lovely community! <333

--★--

JJ in his red cut off shirt

JJ working on his bike

JJ Maybank is a munch

@lilastrocup JJ's masterlist

My angel

Fishing in the dark

Talk fast

The attractive things JJ Maybank does

Happy Anniversary

JJ loves when you leaves scratches on his back

Ouch!

Sugar lips

sub!JJ

JJ and innocent reader

You comfort JJ after a fight with his dad

JJ suck**g on his gf's t*ts

Not her

idcntlikedarness milestone event ?

Cutting JJ's hair

Kook princess and make up kisses

Sea and sand

JJ giving the reader aftercare

JJ calling reader mama

Vulnerable

At last

JJ always moan when you pull his hair

JJ and more aftercare

Sp*t ?

Pinky promise

Tired of rid**g JJ

Magic touch

Lets listen to some music - JJ for I think he knows

Matching tatoos with JJ

Whiny soft!dom!JJ

Good morning sunshine

Home is where the heart is

When JJ accidentally stepped on your foot

Hold back

Now you gotta...

JJ is caught by pogues being the little spoon

Sick

The one where JJ loves your lipstick

Stress relief with JJ

I would wait forever and ever

JJ taking care of you while you're sick...

JJ's too shaggy and grown out hair

Burnt pancakes

Permanent

JJ x John B's little sister

Tease

Peace & Love

Vampire

High s*x

Praise k*nk

Sick day

JJ drying your hair

Scratching

Overthinker

Need any help?

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

@moremaybank : dirty martini with JJ

JJ putting his arm around your neck

Calling JJ dad

JJ helping you relax

JJ comforting you after a break up

Love and blow*es

(Soft) enemies to lovers

Bf!JJ headcannons

JJ gives you flowers

Knight in shining armor

Just read it. You didn't know how much you needed this.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

the cowboy boys and where they live with reader !!

Cowboy!rafe- lives on a large farm in Oregon with a vacation home in Indiana. Has a shit ton of animals, gets it by a lotttt of dirty money.

Cowboy!pope- lives on a small ranch in Utah. you both have a lil puppy along with your horses

Cowboy!jj- lives in a small lil cabin that always has something wrong with it. But being the handy guy he is, always fixes it. you both have a big dog who loves your horses. You guys travel around a lot though, never in one spot for long.

Cowboy!john b- lives on a old ranch in Wyoming. has a cow and some horses !

Cowboy!barry- lives in a small town in Montana in a cabin. has no other animals but takes care of the rich people’s horses for money.

[princessbrunette]

long hazy days meant plenty of time on your hands with outlaw!johnb — meaning there was plenty of time to take out years of pent up sexual frustration on him — having him teach you everything in the book. when your parents being on a trip went from two weeks to two months — he’d decided that it couldn’t go on like this. at first, he indulged your every desire. hell, he had no complaints and plus he thought his time with you was limited. when it turned out your parents kept on extending their trip, he realised it was time to teach you to have some self discipline.

john b had been doing work in your barn. trying to prove himself enough help so that hopefully when your parents return, you can tell them that with their extended time away you’d hired a ‘farmer’ passing through to run the barn, and he’d been a great help. however, with you interfering every few hours, needing some kind of sexual favour or simply climbing all over him, it was slowing down the progress of his work. you needed to keep your hands to your self.

which is how you wound up on his lap in the living room, the outlaw reclined against the crotchet blanket all strewn along the back of the couch — his cock buried inside you as you’re commanded just to sit, letting him work your sensitive clit over with his thumb.

it had been an hour of this torture, and you’d leaked your arousal all onto his jeans. you’d never felt this way before, been treated so cruel. you hiccup out sobs, snotty and raspy as you burrow into his chest— the boy repeatedly stealing your orgasms just as you’re about to reach the peak.

“y’so mean! so mean! please just let me!” you beg, and he rubs your back, tucking his chin on top of your forehead.

“shh, shh. iiii know, sweetheart. i know. you gotta learn though, okay? this is for your benefit.” he persuades in that coo-ey, warm, kind voice. it was so confusing to hear him talk like that whilst actively being so mean.

“w’nna cum.” you mewl out a pitiful hiccup, and he just hums, getting to circling your sensitive bud once more. you wince, your urges taking over as you start trying to hump up and down his shaft. the soothing hand that’s on your back grips your hip abruptly, pulling back from you to give you a disapproving look. john b tsks, shaking his head.

“only screwing yourself here, lil pup.”

you deflate, screwing your eyes shut as you breathe through it — trying to make it through. just when you think you’re about to start screaming, the outlaw lowers his lips to your ear — unsure if you’re still even conscious at this point.

“okay. go ahead sweet girl. you earned it.”

without second thought, you start to rock on his lap — humping so hard the couch is creaking and the man is wincing, holding on for dear life to make sure you don’t fall off his lap. his delicious groans only push you quickly toward the edge, but what really forces you over is the way he plants his cowboy boots on the floor and fucks up into you, panting.

“yeah. take it baby. that’s it. take it for me.”

you let out a howl, voice cracking and breaking before collapsing onto his shoulder to drool all over the flannel, cunt drooling equally as much around his cock until all he can see is your pearlescent cream. you feel him shoot up inside you and you jerk a little in surprise, the outlaw usually opting to pull out for safety reasons. you hum, enjoying the feeling of his warmth leaking out of you.

“inside.” is all you manage to rasp in observation once you’ve caught your breath, each inhale still violently shaking from adrenaline and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, seemingly blown away by the moment too.

“yup, inside. deep inside.” comes the regret, due to his own impulsive, lust fuelled decisions.

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Mister Green, could you give me three segues that will help me spread the word about Tuberculosis at a dinner party?

Yes.

I mean god, yes, if there's anything I can do in this world, it's transition a dinner party conversation to tuberculosis.

Someone brings up the health of U.S. Presidents or Presidential candidates. Things start to get heated. It is uncomfortable. You say, "But of course pre-1958, the health of U.S. Presidents was always more fragile than today regardless of their age. When Franklin Pierce was elected President in 1852, his VP was in Cuba dying of tuberculosis; his secretary of state had just lost a son to tuberculosis; his wife was disabled by tuberculosis; and that he himself was sick with tuberculosis?"

"Speaking of the Eras tour, did you know that the Era of Consumption never ended because tuberculosis is the leading cause of infectious disease death, killing 1.6 million people each year even though it is curable?"

"I notice you haven't taken off your cowboy hat even after sitting down to dinner, which communicates to me that you would like to participate in cowboy-hat-related conversation. Did you know that the Stetson hat only exists because John B. Stetson traveled West in search of a cure for his consumption?"

[harryspet]

I love rafe x reader x jj!

I had a similar idea to the previous anon, an AU where reader is Barry’s sister and in between Barry and Rafe’s schemes, Rafe and reader get friendly. And Barry tries to keep reader out of their business so she’s pretty sheltered and depends on them. And JJ is already dealing drugs with Rafe so he gets close to reader as well. And Barry gets arrested for selling drugs (or maybe Rafe and JJ framed him) and reader has no where else to go but to them! They take full advantage claiming Barry made lots of enemies (somewhat true) and reader must stay with them and never leave their side (not true) to be safe.

[warnings] dark!jj x reader x dark!rafe, reader is barry's sister, little editing 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

a/n: i started writing this idea out, enjoy :):)

word count: 1.4k

When the Chateau came into view, your blistering feet thanked you. Your legs were exposed, your white nightgown only covered half your thighs, and the underbrush from the forest had scraped your skin horribly. You’d never actually visited here, and Barry would have never allowed you, but an hour ago, he’d forced you to leave the house. 

Heart practically beating outside of your chest, you climbed up the porch, your cowboy boots stepping over empty bottles of beer. You knocked on the screen door, probably a little bit too softly, but you had no idea who was going to open the door, “Y/N?” You jumped, your head snapping to the side to find JJ Maybank lying down on an old couch. He takes off the hat that was resting over his eyes, tosses it to the side, and sits up. “What? What are you doing here?”

Your body was already shaking, and your voice started to do the same, “I-I don’t have anywhere–” You wrapped your arms around your body, holding yourself tightly, “I-I d-don’t–”

JJ, shirtless and wearing khaki shorts, crossed the porch, placing a hand on your lower back, “Hey, it’s okay,” He whispered, his tone not able to hide his concern, “Something happened to Barry?” 

You nodded, knowing your voice would just shake if you answered verbally.

“Come inside. The place is empty. John B. has been MIA for a couple of days,” JJ explains, opening the door before smoothly guiding you inside the Chateau. It’s eerily quiet, but you welcome the peaceful sound, finding it much better than the sound of Barry shouting and police sirens blaring, “Come sit, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

He moves a pile of what looks like maps, letters, and a stack of cash before patting the couch cushion. You sit down, still holding yourself to calm your nerves, and watch as he rushes off to grab a glass from the kitchen. You were appreciative – God, he had no idea how thankful you were. 

“You mind if I ask what has you hiking through the swamp this late at night?” He handed you the glass, kneeling in front of you as he began to examine your legs, “You’re lucky the mosquitos didn’t eat you all the way up, kid”

Shakily, you took a sip from the glass, “The cops, uhm, they were coming. H-He told me to go a-and …usually he tells me he’ll be back in a few days. But he was getting … he was getting all his guns out and i-it didn’t seem like … I-I just k-kept–” 

JJ’s eyes were fixed on you, his lips pressed into a thin line as he listened carefully, “Hey, I know you’re scared …I’ve been in your position so many times with my Dad. And I always ran to the Chateau too.” 

You nodded, tears beginning to fall. Gently, JJ grabbed your face, brushing the tears away with his thumb, “You’re going to be okay. I’m right here, you’re not alone.”

“What will-” You hiccupped, “What will I do?”

You couldn’t survive on your own with a tenth-grade education and your ten-dollar-an-hour coffee shop job. You were always a good kid, but you were never book smart, and Barry didn’t force you to go to school after you started flunking your classes. He’s happily taken care of you for your entire life, your parents hadn’t been in the picture since you were five and Barry was ten. You’d never gotten in trouble like Barry had, and he’d made sure of that, never involving you in his business. 

Befriending JJ was a consequence of Barry’s business, but JJ never involved you in dealing drugs either. He was someone to talk to, and he’d always come by Sunset Coffee after the morning rush and ask how your day was going. 

“Let me make a call. Maybe Rafe will have more information about what’s going down, I know he helped him with a huge shipment the other day. We’ll figure this out.”

You thought it was a good idea instantly. “T-Thank you, JJ.”

“Yeah, no problem, kid.” His smile made you forget, for a small moment, your world was crashing down. 

Rafe was around even more than JJ. He could be nice when he wanted to, although you preferred him when he wasn’t acting erratically or getting into screaming matches with your brother. Besides that, you couldn’t even count how many times he drove you home from work and kept you from having an eight-mile bike ride. 

It wasn’t long after you’d finished the glass of water, and JJ had started to clean the dripping blood from your legs, that a truck rolled into the grassy front lawn of the Chateau, “That’s Rafe,” JJ said, although it had only been about ten minutes since he hung up the phone, “He said he’d drive by your place, see what’s up.”

You stood instantly, and JJ followed after you as you rushed out of the front door. Rafe was climbing out of his truck when you rushed towards him, “Did you see anything?” Your pitch was raised, fear laced in your tone. That same concern you noted in JJ’s features, unexpectedly, you saw in Rafe. 

A sigh left his lips, and nervous fingers ran through his light brown hair. “I didn’t see him; they must’ve already taken him down to the station. There were at least five Kildare officers, and I saw a few special agents, too. They were grabbing stuff from the house.”

You felt yourself sink at the information just as you felt JJ’s hand on your back again. Your hand found its way to your heart, and you checked to make sure your heart wouldn’t explode out of your chest: “I-I want to see him. Maybe I can talk to him, and he can … he can tell me what’s going on.”

“They won’t let you see him yet,” Rafe added quickly. 

“It’s also one in the morning,” JJ spoke softly from behind you. 

“It wouldn’t be a good move, princess,” Rafe said, his tone soft but somehow still sharp, “The police would just take the opportunity to try and question you about whatever they’re charging him with. They’ll try to break you down and threaten you with jail time. It won’t be worth it. It’s not what Barry would want.”

“What happened?” You shook your head, not believing that was real, “H-He would’ve warned me i-if–”

“You’re right. He would’ve warned you if he knew, so he didn’t know,” Rafe started, “I warned him that these guys he was dealing with were no good. He thought he was some kind of big-shot, dealing with those cartel guys.”

“What?” You gaped, looking back and forth between the two men. You stepped away, but Rafe caught your wrist. 

“I’m sorry you’re hearing this from us, not him,” Rafe apologized.

“JJ?”

“He was starting to make a lot of enemies …” His voice trailed off like the words were painful for him to stay, “The Kook is telling the truth.”

“We’ll look after you,” Rafe said. 

“Yeah, until this all blows over. It’s gonna take a minute. We gotta, you know, assess the situation. The same guys that ratted him out might be looking for you too. And there are probably people who aren’t happy that the shit they were going to buy off of him is now in police custody.” 

“Y-You’re saying people might want to hurt m-me,” You stuttered out, JJ taking your other arm in his hand. Not only was your brother gone for who knows how long, your life was in danger. You found yourself leaning into their touch, letting them keep you balanced so you didn’t collapse. 

“No–” 

Rafe interrupted JJ. 

“We’re saying we’re going to look after you until all this blows over. We’ve both had our ups and downs with him, but he’s had our backs more than once. We owe it to him.”

“I can’t ask you to–”

This time JJ interrupted you, “Trust us. Let us take care of you, Y/N.”

It was a perfect storm, both of them coming together to save you. You didn’t have the time to ponder how exactly it happened, you only cared whether your brother would be okay, I don’t have anything–”

“We’ll spend the night here. You should get some rest. When you wake up, we’ll go to Tannyhill. Everything you need, we'll take care of it,” Rafe assured you, and JJ seemed to believe it was a good plan too.

“Yeah, come on, kid. Let's tuck you in.” Neither of them were making requests, but honestly, you didn’t want to make any decisions of your own. 

Together, your two protectors led you back to the Chateau. 

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feel free to send smutty thoughts/ideas for this pairing or anything else rafe x reader x jj!

[rockpaperscissuhs]

Band of Brothers Birthdays

January

1 John S. Zielinski Jr. (b. 1925)

21 Richard D. “Dick” Winters (b. 1918)

26 Herbert M. Sobel (b. 1912)

30 Clifford Carwood "Lip" Lipton (b. 1920)

31 Warren H. “Skip” Muck (b. 1922) & Robert B. Brewer (b. 1924)

February

8 Clarence R. Hester (b. 1916)

18 Thomas A. Peacock (b. 1920)

23 Lester A. “Les” Hashey (b. 1925)

March

1 Charles E. “Chuck” Grant (b. 1922)

2 Colonel Robert L. “Bob” Strayer (b. 1910)

4 Wayne “Skinny” Sisk (b. 1922)

10 Frank J. Perconte (b. 1917)

13 Darrell C. “Shifty” Powers (b. 1923)

14 Joseph J. “Joe” Toye (b. 1919)

24 John D. “Cowboy” Halls (b. 1922)

26 George Lavenson (b. 1917) & George H. Smith Jr. (1922)

27 Gerald J. Loraine (b. 1913)

April

3 Colonel Robert F. “Bob” Sink (b. 1905) & Patrick S. “Patty” O’Keefe (b. 1926)

5 John T. “Johnny” Julian (b. 1924)

10 Renée B. E. Lemaire (b. 1914)

11 James W. Miller (b. 1924)

15 Walter S. “Smokey” Gordon Jr. (b. 1920)

20 Ronald C. “Sparky” Speirs (b. 1920)

23 Alton M. More (b. 1920)

27 Earl E. “One Lung” McClung (b. 1923) & Henry S. “Hank” Jones Jr. (b. 1924)

28 William J. “Wild Bill” Guarnere (b. 1923)

May

12 John W. “Johnny” Martin (b. 1922)

16 Edward J. “Babe” Heffron (b. 1923)

17 Joseph D. “Joe” Liebgott (b. 1915)

19 Norman S. Dike Jr. (b. 1918) & Cleveland O. Petty (b. 1924)

25 Albert L. "Al" Mampre (b. 1922)

June

2 David K. "Web" Webster (b. 1922)

6 Augusta M. Chiwy ("Anna") (b. 1921)

13 Edward D. Shames (b. 1922)

17 George Luz (b. 1921)

18 Roy W. Cobb (b. 1914)

23 Frederick T. “Moose” Heyliger (b. 1916)

25 Albert Blithe (b. 1923)

28 Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler (b. 1922)

July

2 Gen. Anthony C. "Nuts" McAuliffe (b. 1898)

7 Francis J. “Frank” Mellet (b. 1920)

8 Thomas Meehan III (b. 1921)

9 John A. Janovec (b. 1925)

10 Robert E. “Popeye” Wynn (b. 1921)

16 William S. Evans (b. 1910)

20 James H. “Moe” Alley Jr. (b. 1922)

23 Burton P. “Pat” Christenson (b. 1922)

29 Eugene E. Jackson (b. 1922)

31 Donald G. "Don" Malarkey (b. 1921)

August

3 Edward J. “Ed” Tipper (b. 1921)

10 Allen E. Vest (b. 1924)

15 Kenneth J. Webb (b. 1920)

18 Jack E. Foley (b. 1922)

26 Floyd M. “Tab” Talbert (b. 1923) & General Maxwell D. Taylor (b. 1901)

29 Joseph A. Lesniewski (b. 1920)

31 Alex M. Penkala Jr. (b. 1924)

September

3 William H. Dukeman Jr. (b. 1921)

11 Harold D. Webb (b. 1925)

12 Major Oliver M. Horton (b. 1912)

27 Harry F. Welsh (b. 1918)

30 Lewis “Nix” Nixon III (b. 1918)

October

5 Joseph “Joe” Ramirez (b. 1921) & Ralph F. “Doc” Spina (b. 1919) & Terrence C. "Salty" Harris (b. 1920)

6 Leo D. Boyle (b. 1913)

10 William F. “Bill” Kiehn (b. 1921)

15 Antonio C. “Tony” Garcia (b. 1924)

17 Eugene G. "Doc" Roe (b. 1922)

21 Lt. Cl. David T. Dobie (b. 1912)

28 Herbert J. Suerth Jr. (b. 1924)

31 Robert "Bob" van Klinken (b. 1919)

November

11 Myron N. “Mike” Ranney (b. 1922)

20 Denver “Bull” Randleman (b. 1920)

December

12 John “Jack” McGrath (b. 1919)

31 Lynn D. “Buck” Compton (b. 1921)

Unknown Date

Joseph P. Domingus

Richard J. Hughes (b. 1925)

Maj. Louis Kent

Father John Mahoney

George C. Rice

SOURCES

Military History Fandom Wiki

Band of Brothers Fandom Wiki

Traces of War

Find a Grave