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[pedaloftheday]

It’s time (pun intended) for a look at another delay pedal, which we’re totally fine with, as it’s our favorite effect, hands down. The Weehbo Guitar Products GENKS Modulated Time Device can be clean, dirty and everything in between, loaded with features and packed with experimental options. If you dig lots of knob turning and bending the space/time continuum, we’re pretty sure you’ll enjoy this amazing machine…

[bink-boink-bonk]

every spiderverse character eating leaves

[de-enige-echte-richard]

[leosgreyfringe]

experiencing catastrophic levels of needing to pinch his cheeks like a grandmother

[tobebuild]

C-Mine Labyrinth, Genk Gijs van Vaerenbergh 2015 Filip Dujardin

[canipel]

Moon. | Make sure you follow > Shot By Canipel & Instagram

[b17project]

"Alice From Dallas" - Going Down

When continuing to investigate what happened exactly to the B-17F "Alice From Dallas" and its crew during this fateful day on August 17, 1943, I found out what is certainly the most detailed account of what happened this day.

Mr. Dirk Thielens from the Belgian association Task Force Liberty (https://www.taskforceliberty.be/) has written an exceptional account of all the events, especially unfoldind from the moment the aircraft was hit at 10.30 a.m by Flak to the aftermath of the crew landing in occupied territory.

You can find the original text written by Dirk Thielens here : https://www.taskforceliberty.be/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Alice-from-Dallas-deel-1.pdf I thank him very much for having accepted to publish the story he wrote on my blog.

I translated a part of it to English for sharing this incredible story :

"When they had reached the province of Limburg at 10:30 they were fired upon by German anti-aircraft (flak). A heavy shock wave was felt in the aircraft when they were hit by anti-aircraft shells. Immediately the right wing of the aircraft, which was full of fuel, caught fire.

Roy Claytor, the pilot, pushed the nose of the aircraft down to leave the formation. Alice from Dallas began to lose altitude rapidly and threatened to go into a left spin. At that moment Roy noticed that the left wing was also on fire and as a reflex he engaged the autopilot and shouted "bail out!" over the intercom. This was the order for the crew to buckle up their parachutes and bail out. Bombardier Kenneth Lorch did what he had to do in that situation. He opened the bomb hatch and dropped all the bombs, which were still on safe, at once after which he, navigator Oscar Amison and Engineer/top turret gunner John Burgin bailed out of the burning aircraft. While the pilot was still trying to to keep it somewhat under control, co-pilot Raymond Nutting also left the cockpit. Pilot Roy Claytor was meanwhile also standing between the two seats in the cockpit and holding the control column. Suddenly the nose of the aircraft went up and he was sucked into the space behind the cockpit. Roy managed to reach the escape hatch and open it, after which he could jump out of the burning crashing aircraft. He waited to open his parachute to get enough distance to the aircraft, in case it would explode in the air.

Roy saw seven parachutes hanging around him. So two parachutes were missing. These were Edward Musante and William Hinton. Apparently they had not gotten out of the aircraft in time. Musante had managed to jump, but his parachute got caught in the tail of the crashing aircraft and he was dragged down into the depths, to a certain death. Two Focke-Wulf 190s of the Luftwaffe circled the crashing aircraft but they did not open fire. They were probably just looking to see where the plane and the parachutes would land and then alert the German ground troops of the exact location. Roy Claytor opened his parachute at about 1,000 feet (+/- 300 meters) altitude.

He saw the remains of Alice from Dallas come down with a huge explosion a little further away. While hanging from his parachute he was thrown in all directions and landed with a thud in a meadow. For about a minute he was dazed and could not move. About thirty paces further on a dirt road one of his comrades also landed with a thud. Roy Claytor had to shout at him three or four times before he reacted. It was Raymond Nutting, the co-pilot. Raymond had only missed the softer grass field he was aiming for by a few meters because he did not dare to pull the ropes of his parachute at low altitude. They had barely managed to get up and had deployed their parachutes when they were surrounded by a few dozen Belgian civilians from the nearby village. (Probably Schoonbeek).

John Burgin had also jumped from the plane together with bombardier Kenneth Lorch via the forward escape hatch. They had first had to remove some escape equipment and blankets. They jumped from the plane at approximately 12,000 feet (+/- 4,000 meters) and opened their parachutes at an altitude of approximately 2,000 meters. John Burgin took off his flight helmet, goggles and oxygen mask and put them in his overalls. The B-17 circled dangerously in flames in its death throes. For a moment John thought the plane would come their way and drag him down. Fortunately it turned around just in time and left the two crew members unharmed. No detailed account of the facts is available from Kenneth Lorch, but from John Burgin there is. As he was hanging from his parachute and drifting quietly southwards, he saw the Germans busy on the ground. He saw Germans taking up positions on various roads. He was hanging above a forest and when he landed at the edge of the forest, a Belgian civilian was quickly standing next to him. He wasted no time with many words and immediately began to pull the parachute out of the branches of the trees. John quickly took off his flying gear. The parachute and the gear were thrown into old shell craters (probably from the fighting in May 1940) and filled with branches, grass and leaves to camouflage them. They heard a German truck approaching, the Belgian man walked up the forest road to see where the danger was coming from and then signaled to John to quickly walk in the other direction. Waist gunner Charles Bailey also did not hesitate to jump out of the plane when the order came. He always wore his parachute harness loose enough so that he could put his hands in his pockets during the flight. The waist gunner stands to the side of the plane in an opening behind his machine gun.

Flying at that altitude with an open door is a guarantee for freezing temperatures. When Charles opened his parachute, he was hit hard by the rather loose harness. So hard that he thought he was going to be torn to pieces. He pulled off his oxygen mask and dropped it. For a moment he thought he was going to land in a pond, but luckily he drifted off. As he descended, he realized that he should have paid more attention in the courses on what to do when landing behind enemy lines. Luckily, he remembered that you should try to hide your parachute as quickly as possible. Charles landed in a garden and his parachute got stuck in a pear tree. The landing itself was pleasant and easy. At least 50 people gathered around him in a circle.

They asked him if he was English or German. When he made it clear that he was American, they spontaneously started hugging and kissing him. He had not yet had breakfast and was spontaneously offered pears from the tree. After his parachute was lowered, he took off his leather jacket and his coverall. There was a piece of shrapnel in his leg and he tried to treat it with a piece of his parachute. While he was administering first aid to himself, the people made it clear to him that he had to get out of there and hide. The people took his equipment and he hid in a ditch. There they brought him food and civilian clothes. The people hung around in the area and strangely enough no Germans showed up. About an hour later they brought him a bicycle and from there his journey was organized.

Of the ten crew, eight managed to escape by parachute. Two crew members, Edward Musante and William Hinton, were killed. Charles Bailey later recalled: “Musante was the right side gunner and I was the left side gunner. I kept a close eye on him at all times because I was older than he was and he seemed to depend on me a great deal. He always had trouble understanding what was said on the intercom and I always made sure he knew what was being said. Also when the pilot gave the signal to jump I checked Musante and he got ready. We both went to the escape hatch and I pulled the lever and Musante went forward to jump. But suddenly he changed his mind and signaled me to go first. Two engines were on fire and the plane was descending very rapidly so I saw no reason to lose any time and jumped. After my parachute opened I tried to keep my eyes on the plane and count the parachutes but I could only see eight.” So what actually happened to Musante is not really clear.

Did he hesitate to jump at the last moment and thereby seal his fate? It is certain that he got caught in the tail with his parachute. Also William Hinton the ball turret gunner could not leave the plane in time. His body was found after the crash among the wreckage. Both crew members were temporarily buried in Genk on 20 August 1943 and were reburied in their home country after the war."

[deluluduck227]

Clingy | Bilal El Khanouss

synopsis : In which bilal is being clingy

warning: a very tiny hint of mature content

Bilal just came back from a game, usually he'd be very tired as it is the case today. You couldn't join him in the stadium today as he's really secretive about you and you, yourself preferred being out of the spotlight. When he entered the house he found you laying in the couch, smelling fresh and all after enjoying the longest shower you've taken in a while. He headed towards you, leaned down and pressed a firm kiss on your cheek. You smiled at the contact you both had and moved aside to create a space for him so he could join you.

" Not now, I'll change into something comfy and join you." He spoke calmly, ruffling your hair.

" Babe, bring me a pair of socks please, I'd be glad."

He nodded and you watched him as he left the living room. You switched your gaze to the giant window watching silently the scene before you, decorated by the white snow covers.

Shortly after Bilal came back, already changed into some sweatpants and a white hoodie.

"Didn't I warn you not to wear white anymore?" You scoffed, watching as he grabbed gently your ankles, putting your feet on his chest as he began putting your socks on for you. Fluttering!

"Why? is there a problem if I wore white?" He spoke, wiggling his eyebrows as his smile widened.

"Stop acting like you don't know Bilal!" He made an innocent face as he crawled on the couch and positioned himself on you, his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your hips. You couldn't feel any better! Cuddling with your favorite person in this snowy day, it was a dream.

"So, did you watch the game?" Bill asked, his voice gravelly since his face was pressed into your chest.

"Of course I did! You played really really good! I bet girls out there were stripping you naked in their minds!"

" That's a silly thing to say since you know you're the only one I love and care about." His reply caught you off guard as you lifted his head, cupping his fluffy cheeks and you pecked his pouty lips.

"Why do i feel like you're being jealous?" His eyes narrowed, acting mischievous just to tease you but you didn't buy it. You scoffed, forcing his head back to his previous position.

"Shut up! Don't you dare ruin this moment." You earned from him a chuckle as you let your fingers stroke his head, tousling with his short hair. You heard him groan. he liked this gesture to the moon and back!

"You know i like this pain!" Your brows furrowed at his unexpected comment.

"What pain my love?"

"The soreness in my muscles after a very tense game, i like it." You nodded your head understandably, your man can be very strange sometimes but you're very used to it by now!

"Maybe you are sadistic!" He shrugged his shoulder at your comment as he tightened his grip on your hips.

"It's your problem since you'de be the one suffering!" You smacked his shoulder glaring at his skull.

"You're such a pervert! Seriously shut up!"

"Okay okay i'll never speak again until your majesty allows me to!"

"Fair enough, now sleep, you must be tired!"

He nodded, his hands snuck to your legs wrapping them around lower body. The new position made him more comfortable as your steady heartbeats lulled him to sleep, shortly after you followed him.

that was it. ta daaa

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[realmadridfamily]

Thibaut Courtois visited his former club KRC Genk with his son Nicolas :)

[odegoob]

social media managers stay thirsty for leo

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is: "Hateful Wonderland" by MachigeritaP feat. Hatsune Miku! (cw: blood)

[de-enige-echte-richard]

[leosgreyfringe]

pics of leo from genk's pro league title win make me feel things...

[tobebuild]

Herfstvreugde, Genk RE-ST, ATAMA 2023

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Genk, Belgium

Belgian vintage postcard