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A quick birthday drabble for @swifty-fox 🩷🎂 Happy birthday, dear!

Here's Chick Harding's POV, picking up from the end of my latest HS AU chapter. It’s Gale's 18th birthday 😊

When Georgia said she was going to go get the birthday cake they ordered for Gale, Neil thought she'd be back in half an hour. But it's been two hours and there's still no sign of her. As he predicted, the boys didn’t really need any distraction at first, but when he hears the sound of them coming down from upstairs, he knows that time's up. He’s gonna have to cover for Georgia or spoil the surprise. From his seat in the old armchair, he increases the volume of the soccer game he’s watching and pretends to be engrossed in it. He hopes that it catches their attention instead of the empty driveway.

As they approach, he hears them rib each other about one of those video games they play online with their friends, then Bucky throws himself down on one end of the sofa, Gale on the other. Bucky stretches his lanky limbs wide and yawns.

"Chelsea-Arsenal?" He says before he has even closed his mouth. "Ugh, that was one shitty game. Look at that corner. Did he wanna shoot a pigeon or something?"

Neil chuckles. He loves that Bucky has no filter whatsoever when he's comfortable, and it fills him with warmth that they are close enough now to share mundane moments like this. It feels like belonging. He feels blessed that he took his chance and asked Georgia out that hazy summer day one and a half years ago. Every day with her and her family has been a gift so far. Even the hard ones.

At the thought, he glances over at Gale, who's staring out the window instead of watching the game. His legs are curled up under him. On the opposite end, Bucky swings his own up on the cushions to sprawl sideways on the couch. He’s too long to fit, but instead of settling down with his knees pulled up, he starts kneading at Gale’s thigh with his feet. Gale ignores him. How, Neil can’t fathom, but the boy looks like he’s so used to that kind of behaviour that it doesn't even register to him.

"Where's Georgia?" He asks Neil after a moment.

There’s an edge to his voice that Neil can’t place, something anxious. Always so hard to read. Neil wishes he could just comfort him with a hug, a friendly clap on the back or a terrible soccer game rerun, but Gale continues to be unreceptive to him. It makes sense, he thinks, stomping down on the anger rising in his chest as he thinks of Gale's father. Gale doesn’t know, but he and Neil had an altercation after they moved Gale out. But Neil can be intimidating if he wants to be. He doubts that the alcoholic bastard is going to cause them trouble again.

"Getting some groceries." Neil lies smoothly.

Bucky groans. "What groceries? Fridge is chock full already, there's nowhere to put it."

"Damned if I know, boy." Neil spreads his hands, faking indifference. It works seamlessly on Bucky, but a hint of sadness appears on Gale’s blank face.

"I would've gone with her if I'd known."

No wonder that Georgia asked Neil to cover for her. She must have known that Gale would want to spend time with her today and to help out wherever he can.

Neil opens his mouth to say something but Bucky beats him to it. "I can take you to Walmart if you want."

Amusement tugs Gale's lips into a smile. "Walmart?"

"Anywhere you want." Bucky straightens his legs to plop them on Gale’s lap. He scratches his chest. "See? Chivalry isn’t dead."

Gale's smile widens, digging into the apples of his cheeks. He shoves Bucky's legs off.

To Neil's relief, the sound of tires rolling on the driveway and a purring engine interrupt the conversation. Finally! She's back, and Neil hasn't fucked up and ruined the surprise yet. He pushes himself up from his seat and stretches, cracking his spine. Bucky yawns again, then gets up to walk off towards the front door with resignation, expecting bag upon bag of food that he’ll have to haul in from the car. Neil is about to follow him when he hears Gale's tentative voice.

"Neil?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

He can count the number of times Gale addressed him directly on one hand. He turns to look at him curiously. Gale is taller than him, but he looks small as he smooths a hand over his long hair in discomfort.

"I was wondering..." Gale clears his throat, then stands up straight and looks Neil in the eye. "...if you knew any part-time jobs you could recommend. Maybe at a garage? Or something. I can learn anything."

Neil hums, impressed. "I'm sure we can find something." An idea occurs to him. "You’re good with spreadsheets, aren't you?"

When Gale nods, he grins. "I think I have just the thing for you."

That draws a smile to Gale's lips too.

The front door opens, and first Bucky, then Georgia walks in, twin grins on their faces, eyes squinting in their joy. Her auburn hair looks windswept, tumbling over her knitted green scarf, and her cheeks are flushed from the cold. Neil wants to sweep her into his arms and kiss her skin warm again, wants to hear her laugh against his chest.

But he’s not the one getting hugs and kisses today. It's not his day, and he doesn’t mind it one bit, because he gets to see Gale's expression shift from curiosity to surprise, then joy as he spots the box Georgia carries carefully to the kitchen. She sets it down on the table and opens the carton to reveal Gale's cake. It’s covered in fondant decorations shaped like his favourite things, and cursive letters wish him a happy birthday in the middle of it.

"Oh." He says when he sees it, then looks up at her.

Neil can’t see his expression but he sees hers crumple for a moment as she pulls him into a hug and kisses the side of his face. She closes her eyes as she holds him close.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Gale mumbles a thank you into her shoulder.

After a moment, Bucky steps closer too and wraps his long arms around them both. That makes them all laugh. For a second, Neil feels out of place, but they pull back from the embrace, and the next thing Georgia does is drawing Neil into one too. She smells like the sweetest flowers and fresh winter air, like Christmas and home. To Neil, she's all that and more.

She gives him a sheepish smile when she steps back. "How did you know I was going to get groceries too?"

[mads-weasley]

YES I GET THR SEE THE FEZ IN 3 WEEKS LETS GOOOOOO

going to africa i gotta bring my dumb hat

[mads-nixon]

100th Bomber Boys: Major John 'Bucky' Egan

Here is a little bit about Major John 'Bucky' Egan (played by Callum Turner) from the prologue of Masters of the Air by Donald L. Miller (pg. 3, 7-8)!

John Egan was commander of a squadron of B-17 Flying Fortresses, one of the most fearsome killing machines in the world at that time. He was a bomber boy; destruction was his occupation. And like most other bomber crewmen, he went about his work without a quiver of conscience, convinced he was fighting for a noble cause. He also killed in order not to be killed. Egan had been flying combat missions for five months in the most dangerous air theater of the war, the "Big Leagues," the men called it; and this was his first extended leave from the fight although it hardly felt like a reprieve. That night, the German air force, the Luftwaffe, plastered the city, setting off fires all around his hotel. It was his first time under the bombs and he found it impossible to sleep, with the screaming sirens and the thundering concussions. Egan was attached to the Eighth Air Force, a bomber command formed at Savannah Army Air Base in Georgia in the month after Pearl Harbor to deliver America's first blow against the Nazi homeland. From its unpromising beginnings, it was fast becoming one of the greatest striking forces in history. Egan had arrived in England in the spring of 1943, a year after the first men and machines of the Eighth had begun occupying bases handed over to them by the RAF-the Royal Air Force-whose bombers had been hammering German cities since 1940. Each numbered Bombardment Group (BG)-his was the 100th-was made up of four squadrons of eight to twelve four-engine bombers, called "heavies," and occupied its own air station, either in East Anglia or the Midlands, directly north of London, around the town of Bedford.

pg. 7-8

As commander of the Hundredth's 418th Squadron, Johnny Egan flew with his men on all the tough missions. When his boys went into danger, he wanted to face it with them. "Anyone who flies operationally is crazy," Egan confided to Sgt. Saul Levitt, a radioman in his squadron who was later injured in a base accident and transferred to the staff of Yank magazine, an army publication. "And then," says Levitt, "he proceeded to be crazy and fly operationally. And no milk runs..." When his "boy-men," as Egan called them, went down in flaming planes, he wrote home to their wives and mothers. "These were not file letters," Levitt remembered. "It was the Major's idea they should be written in long-hand to indicate a personal touch, and there are no copies of these letters. He never said anything much about that. The letters were between him and the families involved." Major Egan was short and skinny as a stick, barely 140 pounds, with thick black hair, combed into a pompadour, black eyes, and a pencil-thin mustache. His trademarks were a white fleece-lined flying jacket and an idiomatic manner of speaking, a street-wise style borrowed from writer Damon Runyon. At twenty-seven, he was one of the "ancients" of the outfit, but "I can out-drink any of you children,'" he would tease the fresh-faced members of his squadron. On nights that he wasn't scheduled to fly the next day, he would jump into a jeep and head for his "local," where he'd gather at the bar with a gang of Irish laborers and sing ballads until the taps ran dry or the tired publican tossed them out."

In Master's of the Air, Major John Egan is sometimes called, "Bucky," "Honest John," and "Johnny." The men of his squadrons loved his leadership style, which was leading by example, as seen in the excerpt above.

John Archer, a long-time British friend of the 100th & its veterans, described Egan in his story, One Man and His Dog:

"The Major was a lean, dark young man with a wisp of moustache. He was 27, but looked older. He could turn on the charm and turn it off whenever he liked. It’s the kind of thing one experiences in foreman of construction gangs and traffic managers at airports, in jobs where contact and participation with the men is the prime factor." Major Egan was involved in the case of “Meatball vs the Pullet” a few days before he went down on a raid over Germany. Now Meatball was a half-grown husky dog which the crew of the B-17 brought over from Labrador on their way to Thorpe Abbotts during the summer of 1943. It seemed that Meatball was a bad dog, and all of a sudden turned into a chicken killer. And when did he decide to become a chicken killer? At a time when the personnel were involved in the toughest flying missions the group had yet undertaken. Deep raids as far as Danzig against desperate opposition. And in this tense atmosphere Meatball got playful one morning and mangled a chicken dead. The nearby farmer went bustling up to the orderly room to see the Major. Major Egan was sitting in with his pilots having an informal briefing with the men about new tactics in aerial combat. It was the afternoon following a raid on Emden, October 3, 1943. The farmer from down the road described “a light brown dog” that had killed a pullet. “Light brown. That’s Meatball, all right,” said the Major. “And you say he got a pullet?” asked the Major sympathetically. “Well, a pullet is pretty important, isn’t it?” “It is,” said the farmer, calming down by this time. Where did you ever hear of a Major who knew anything about pullets, and what is more, who would talk about loss sympathetically in the middle of a grim military operation? Clearly the Major was now pulling out the charm act. He could, of course, have turned the whole matter of Meatball, pullet and payment over to the Adjutant. But the affair seemed right down the Major’s alley. All the new crews who had just arrived at Thorpe Abbotts were by that time listening with amazement. “That pullet, did she look like a layer?” asked the Major. You could see by his face that he was rather tired, after all, it was only an hour or so since the raid was over. “She did, Sir, for a fact,” said the farmer.

“Well, what would you say she’s worth?” asked the Major. “Twenty bob,” said the farmer. “All right,” said the Major. “I think that’s a pretty reasonable sum for a good pullet, don’t you?” he inquired looking around at the crews who flew the big bombers. They looked at him quite dumbfounded, not quite figuring it out, and wondering who was pulling whose leg. And the Major was aware he had everyone right there in front of him. He was the actor and the rest were the audience. The farmer had departed by this time, very pleased, and the Major was rocking back and forth on his chair and looking around. And from the subject of the Germans using rockets and guns, the conversation was not on pullets. One of the young officers piped up and remarked, “A pullet, isn’t that some kind of… a rooster… like…” The Major glared at him and the officer’s face grew red. By now the class was sitting quite quietly. “A pullet,” said the Major patiently, “is a half-grown female chicken which lays a small egg with a very small yolk.” And he showed them just how big with his fingers. “Then,” continued the Major, “the machinery inside the pullet goes to work and all of a sudden – one fine day it lays an egg twice as big as the usual and it is no longer a pullet.” The briefing closed at that point. A few days later, Major Egan said goodbye for the last time to Meatball before climbing into his B-17. On October 10th, during a raid on Munster, the Major became a guest of the German forces, spending the rest of the war in a prison camp.

There was a certain pub in Dickleburgh that missed Major Egan. Sometimes he drove down in a jeep and sang songs in the bar with the locals and Irish laborers. With the affair of Meatball and the pullet, and the grim task of flying missions, Major Egan rounds out into a real example of an American who once walked the lonely lanes at Thorpe Abbotts. Egan served as Air Exec for the 100th, as Commander of the 418th Squadron, and on the Munster raid flew as Command Pilot on John Brady’s lead crew. After being shot down, all but one of Brady’s crew survived as POWs. (you can find more about this story here)

Egan was best friends with fellow 100th Bomb Group squadron commander, Maj. Gale "Buck" Cleven, whom he went to flight school with back in the States. The pair were roommates back in training, and little did they know they'd be roommates once again when they became German POWs in October of 1943. Buck after getting shot down over Bremen, and Egan in a retaliatory raid to get back at the Germans after they shot down his friend.

Egan was leaving for his first leave to London from Thorpe-Abbotts on October 8th when Buck Cleven and the rest of the 13th Combat Wing took off for Bremen. The next morning over breakfast, Egan saw the London Times headline: Eighth Air Force Loses 30 Fortresses Over Bremen," and sprang out of his chair to a phone. Due to wartime security, he had to speak in code.

Masters of the Air, pg. 10:

"How did the game go," he asked. Cleven had gone down swinging, he was told. Silence. Pulling himself together, Egan asked, "Does the team have a game scheduled for tomorrow?" "Yes," came the reply. "I want to pitch." He was back at Thorpe Abbotts that afternoon in time to "sweat out" a long mission the group flew to Marienburg, a combat strike led by the Hundredth's Commander, Col. Neil B. "Chick" Harding, a former West Point football hero. As soon as the squadrons returned, Egan got Harding's permission to lead the Hundredth's formation on the next day's mission.

This mission was set for Münster, just southwest of Bremen where Buck was shot down. Egan flew with Captain John D. Brady on the M’lle Zig Zig to Münster, and the heavy, along with all other planes but Royal Flush (Rosenthal's replacement B-17) in the 100th went down over the target. The crew of the M'lle Zig Zig bailed, parachuting through the flack-filled air. Hambone Hamilton was among the 'Zig's crew, and suffered multiple wounds from shrapnel. When found by Germans, he was taken to the hospital and stayed there recovering for a good while.

Egan, unlike the rest of the 'Zig's crew, was able to evade capture a few days before finally being taken prisoner. The aviators were first sent to Dulag Luft, the Luftwaffe's POW transit center. Egan and the other officers were kept separate from their men in cold and flea-infested solitary cells. Egan and Cleven were just a few cells apart, but neither knew the other was there. After a few weeks, Cleven and the men who were brought in with him were sent to Stalag Luft III, another POW camp just outside the town of Sagan, some 300 miles from their previous location. They were transported by train cars used for livestock, and they reported that "the smell of manure was overwhelming (Miller, 2007, pg. 23)." The trip took them three days. Three days after Cleven got to Stalag Luft III, Egan and his men arrived.

Masters of the Air, pg. 23:

Cleven watched them file into a neighboring stockade. Spotting Johnny Egan, he called out to him, "What the hell took you so long?" "Well, that's what you get for being sentimental," Egan shouted back.

Both Egan and Cleven remained POWs until the end of the war. Cleven, however, managed to escape on a march in 1945. The pair remained good friends until John's death from a sudden heart attack in 1961. Egan served as Buck's best man in his wedding when he married his sweetheart Marge in 1945 once they returned home.

John married his own sweetheart, Lt Josephine "Doty" Pitz (WASP) in late 1945. They had two beautiful daughters together.

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Chapter 14: To England We Go—The Prophecy (BoB Fanfiction)

A/N: Admittedly, I think you're all going to enjoy this chapter a LOT! That being said, don't be shy! Let me know what you think! In other news, since I am affected by the US Tiktkok ban, any edits I make are going to be up on Tumblr for now! And I'm admittedly behind on State of Grace since I'm doing teaching observations for the next seven weeks and it takes up a TON of my time! But I'm ahead in this fic, so I'm hoping this next week I'll be able to get more chapters out to you! Anywho, enjoy and have a wonderful day!

Summer 1943

Winnie had only ever been on a train once before, and it wasn’t for something like this.  Trains, in Winnie’s opinion, seemed to be for wealthy people who had an idea of where they wanted to go.  Destinations where they could spend that money and enjoy themselves.  Not to be used for traveling to the East Coast where Easy Company would board a boat and then head to England or the Pacific. 

Though, if Winnie was being entirely truthful, she knew they were headed to England. 

Sitting across from Dick Winters was the best option—Nixon would have talked too much and Harry Welsh, while kind, asked too many questions for her taste.  She sat quietly, pouring over a letter that her youngest brother Charlie had sent her.

Dear Roo, 

I’ve been up in the skies now and it’s not something I’m quite accustomed to yet.  England is beautiful and the skies have a world of their own up here.  It’s a different sort of danger, danger that I can’t quite rid from my mind.  Don’t worry, I’m with the best pilots anyone could ask for.  Major Egan is one who inspires morale in the men and Major Cleven is moral and right—I think you’d like him quite a lot. 

I’m still one of the youngest here and I’ve gained the nickname of Peaches, much to my chagrin.  I think it’s because of Georgia peaches, according to Bucky anyway—but I don’t think Georgia peaches are all that great (don’t hate me for that).  Don’t worry, I stay away from most trouble.  Though I did technically win a bike race around mess-hall this past week—the Majors crashed into each other and I was able to glide on by.  I’m keeping the competitive spirit alive!  

Please let me know if/when you make it over to jolly old England. I know Nate is somewhere around here—I saw him the other week at a pub, he was hooking up with one of the nurses from my base (I think her name is Poppy?).  But we’d both love to see you when you’re here, if you can!  Stay safe!

All my love, 

Charlie Allen

Winnie couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her features at the thought of potentially seeing either Nate or Charlie when she got to England.  She worried about them both incessantly.  To her knowledge, Nate hadn’t been involved in too many battles yet, but Charlie had been in quite a few air raids and missions. 

It kept her sufficiently nervous thinking about her baby brother up in the skies in a tight metal cylinder, just hoping not to get shot at by flak or something more. 

“Either of you going my way?” Nixon questioned, head peering over Dick’s shoulder. 

“Wherever the train takes me,” Dick stated, not looking up from his own letter than he was penning. 

“What he said,” Winnie added, carefully folding up her letter and placing it in her jacket pocket. 

“And where do you suppose that might be?” Nixon questioned, gaze flicking between the two of them. 

“I haven’t got a clue,” Dick retorted. 

Winnie gave a half-smile at his words.  “Well if it helps, I doubt they’d let me jump to the Pacific,” she said dryly. 

Nixon rolled his eyes.  “Wow really?  It’s almost like you’re a woman—” 

Before he could even finish the sentence, Winnie had leaned forward and flicked his forehead while he was still peering over Dick’s shoulder.  “Wow really?” She asked in equal sarcasm. 

“You know, I’m not the Intelligence Officer,” Dick added pointedly. 

“Well the Intelligence Officer might know but if I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Nixon retorted in a slightly smug tone. 

“So don’t tell me,” Dick said wearily. 

Nixon moved, coming to sit right beside Winnie.  She gave him a slight glare as he shoved her foot off of the seat.  “Yes, I mind,” Winnie grumbled slightly. 

“Now Win, be nice,” Nixon said pointedly.  He glanced between her and Dick for a moment.  “New York City.  Troop Ship. England.  We’re invading Europe, my friends,” he said, pulling out a flask from his back pocket. He offered it up in the middle of them, waiting for one of them to take it. 

“Since when do either Winnie or I drink?” Dick questioned pointedly, gaze locking with Winnie’s. 

“If I thought you wouldn’t drink it, I wouldn’t offer it to you,” Nixon said, leaning back in his seat and putting his arm around the adjoining chair. 

Almost immediately, Winnie was moving his arm.  “You’re a pain, you know that, Nix?” She questioned. 

“Hey, you’re the one that could have chosen to sit with the nurses,” Nixon pointed out. 

“They’re discussing their latest conquests, I’ll pass.” 

“Nix,” Dick said curiously, setting his pen down for a moment.  “What are you going to do when you get into combat?” 

Now that was a valid question if Winnie had ever heard one.  And she had heard plenty of them before.  Nixon just glanced down at his flask, a frown on his face, then glanced back up at Dick.  “Oh I have every confidence in my scrounging abilities.” 

“And he has a case of Vat-69 hidden in your footlocker,” Winnie deadpanned. 

Nixon elbowed her.  “This is why you’re not an Intelligence Officer,” he mumbled out. 

Dick just chuckled for a moment before realizing that Winnie had been totally serious.  “Wait, really?” 

“Oh yeah,” Nixon said with a grin.  Just then, Harry stirred from beside Dick and Nixon just offered him his flask. “Morning!” 

Harry grinned widely at the sight of the flask, taking it.  “This could turn into a really nice trip,” he said, taking a sip from it. “Did I miss something?” 

“Just Winnie here spilling my deep dark secrets,” Nixon said dryly. 

Winnie rolled her eyes.  “If your Vat-69 is your deepest darkest secret, then you’re in the wrong position in the military, my friend.” 

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Several weeks later, everyone was boarded on a boat headed for England.  The boat was a behemoth, lined from top to bottom with bunk beds and bodies that made the entire thing feel like each individual was just a rat scurrying along. 

Winnie had been bunked with Eileen, Reba, and the other nurses.  They were considerably less loud than the men, who were a floor beneath them.  At the moment, she was penning a letter back to Charlie and cross-referencing where in England he was according to a map—

She had only been at it for a few moments when someone burst into the nurses bunks, eyes wide.  “Doc, we’ve got some guys with bloody noses!  A fight broke out in Easy Company!” 

Honestly, Winnie could have cursed.  And she did, profusely, shoving the letter away and getting up as quickly as she could.  It was these close quarters, she was sure of it.  Living like this, all on top of one another, no space, it made people tick.  And for how long they’d been on the boat, it was no surprise to her that a fight had broken out. 

“Looks like I owe you 50 cents!” Eileen called as Winnie disappeared. 

The nurses, had in fact, been betting on it with Winnie. 

Winnie followed the man through the winding halls, finally coming to a stop in the cramped medical station.  Sitting there, both with bloody noses or lips, were Bill Guarnere and Joe Liebgott.  “Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me,” Winnie deadpanned, gaze flicking between the two of them. 

“Doc—” Guarnere started. 

“Did I ask for an explanation yet?” Winnie snapped, eyes flashing fiercely in his direction. 

“No, ma’am.” 

“Then shut up,” Winnie said, narrowing her gaze.  She stepped forward to Liebgott first, inspecting the bloody lip he had sustained.  She was quick and precise in her movements, pouring some rubbing alcohol on a clean cloth and pinching it to Liebgott’s lip. 

“Holy shit—” he yelped. 

“Don’t be a baby!” Winnie stated, pinching his lip together to stop the bleeding.  “Now hold that on there until the bleeding stops.” Liebgott, to his credit, just followed the instructions.  Winnie then turned her attention to Guarnere, tilting his head back and pinching his nose together. “Breathe through your mouth,” she commanded.  

For several tense moments of silence, the only thing that could be heard was their breathing.  Winnie just stared between the two of them, determining that before Sobel could even get there, she’d take care of the problem. 

“Why the hell were you two fighting in the first place?” Winnie questioned pointedly. Almost immediately, she could hear their words overlapping and she just gave a sharp whistle, shutting them both up.  “Liebgott, you first.” 

Liebgott sucked in a breath, voice slightly muffled as he still pinched his upper lip with the cloth.  “He was talking shit about people being a son of Abraham—” 

“I didn’t mean it like that—” Guarnere snapped. 

“Holy shit, you two are toddlers!” Winnie exclaimed, gaze flashing between the two of them.  “Who cares?  Who cares about who’s Jewish or Christian or Amish or whatever the hell they wanna be?” She demanded.  “You’re both American, for God’s sake!  Now I don’t know if you two have noticed, but you’re going to be fighting a war, likely against the Nazis.  You know who cares if you’re Jewish or Christian or Italian?  They do.  Not Americans.  So shut the hell up and start trusting one another!  You’re brothers in this fight and that’s all that matters!” 

The silence that fell after Winnie’s short tirade was over was a heavy one. 

“So let me be clear about this,” Winnie sucked in a breath.  “If I catch a single hint of any in-fighting between Easy Company, not only will I use my medical capabilities to ground your asses on the ground, I will personally ensure that you never jump again. Got it?” 

“Yes ma’am,” came the reply of unison from the two of them. 

“Now apologize to each other and get back to your bunks.  I’m not your mother and I’m sure as hell not going to put up with this shit.  I’m a doctor—I’m meant to be doing life-saving surgeries, not stopping bloody noses because a playground argument got out of hand.” 

With that, Winnie turned and strode out of the medical room without another word.  She didn’t particularly care for staying below the decks right now and she felt angry—yes, angry was the right word and expression.  It was utter bullshit.  That’s what this entire thing was.  Why could they just not see that it was them against the world?  They were going to be entering into a hellscape of war and no one could quite comprehend it. 

Even Winnie, in her wisdom and maturity, she could not comprehend it either.  It was imperative that the small squabbles, the infighting, all stop before they ever prepared to jump.  They needed to trust each other. 

Before long, Winnie found herself up on the deck of the ship, watching as the sun was beginning to set in the horizon.  And as she watched the sun set in the distance, the only sight being the ocean for miles around, Winnie wondered if this war would ever end.  It seemed to her that war was inevitable when it came to the human race.  No matter how far they came, no matter how much they evolved and learned and changed, humans still went back to the base carnal nature of violence. 

How could you ever make a world better by ending conflict through violence? 

Violence begets violence. 

“Can I offer you a cigarette?” 

At that, Winnie glanced to the side.  She had been so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed that she had come to stand by someone.  And as she peered at the man standing there, she vaguely recognized him as the guard from that night in Toccoa—when she had broken someone’s nose.  

Winnie gave a half-smile.  “No thanks.  I don’t smoke.” 

He gave a shrug.  “Suit yourself,” he said, gaze locked out on the horizon, same as hers was.  He blew a puff of smoke, then glanced over at her. “You’ve got blood on your uniform,” he noted. 

She glanced down—she did, in fact, have some blood on her uniform, likely from staunching the bloody lip and nose.  “It’s not mine.” 

“That doesn’t really make that any better, you know?” 

Winnie nearly chuckled at that.  “No, I suppose it doesn’t.  Some men got into a fight and I was handling their repercussions.” 

“Dangerous thing, fighting in a place like this.” 

“Stupid, you mean.” 

“That too.  But then again, it seems you’ve been putting up with a lot of stupid since you joined the military.” 

Winnie narrowed her gaze.  “You’re in Dog Company, right?” 

“That’s right, ma’am.” 

“And that man who wanted to just leave Dog Company and not be a paratrooper anymore?” Winnie asked in light amusement.  

“The one with the broken nose?” 

“That’s the one.” 

He just gave a shrug.  “He wasn’t making the cut.” 

“Mhm,” Winnie stated dryly.  “And it had nothing to do with the fact that he got handsy with a certain doctor?” 

“Well maybe, but who’s to say?” He asked, a small grin tugging on the edges of his lips. 

“Well all the same, you have my thanks—for whatever it is you did or didn’t do,” Winnie said honestly.  “I didn’t catch your name.” 

“Second Lieutenant Ronald Speirs, ma’am,” he said, stamping out his cigarette.  “You keeping up that mean right hook?” 

“I am.” 

“Good.  You’re probably gonna need it.” 

And with that, Ronald Speirs disappeared off the deck.  Winnie just turned her gaze back onto the horizon, watching as the sun dipped out of view.  And then she too returned below deck. 

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Renters' Rights Bill: Third Reading

Ayes: 440 (79.0% Lab, 14.1% LD, 2.7% Ind, 1.1% DUP, 0.9% PC, 0.9% Green, 0.5% SDLP, 0.2% APNI, 0.2% UUP, 0.2% TUV) Noes: 111 (97.3% Con, 2.7% RUK) Absent: ~99

Day's business papers: 2025-01-14

Likely Referenced Bill: Renters' Rights Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision changing the law about rented homes, including provision abolishing fixed term assured tenancies and assured shorthold tenancies; imposing obligations on landlords and others in relation to rented homes and temporary and supported accommodation; and for connected purposes.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Labour (347 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alison Taylor Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Angela Rayner Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Bell Ribeiro-Addy Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Eccles Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Charlotte Nichols Chi Onwurah Chris Bloore Chris Bryant Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Evans Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Jarvis Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Daniel Zeichner Danny Beales Darren Jones Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Baines David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor David Williams Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Diane Abbott Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emma Foody Emma Hardy Emma Lewell-Buck Emma Reynolds Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Feryal Clark Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Fred Thomas Gareth Snell Gen Kitchen Georgia Gould Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Hamish Falconer Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Hilary Benn Ian Lavery Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Frith James Murray James Naish Jas Athwal Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Josh Simons Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Kanishka Narayan Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Dearden Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kevin McKenna Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Lorraine Beavers Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Margaret Mullane Maria Eagle Marie Rimmer Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin McCluskey Martin Rhodes Mary Glindon Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Maya Ellis Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Prinsley Peter Swallow Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Rosena Allin-Khan Rupa Huq Rushanara Ali Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson

Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett Sarah Champion Sarah Coombes Sarah Hall Sarah Owen Sarah Russell Sarah Sackman Sarah Smith Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Shabana Mahmood Sharon Hodgson Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Kinnock Stephen Morgan Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Reed Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Tulip Siddiq Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Wes Streeting Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Liberal Democrat (62 votes)

Adam Dance Al Pinkerton Alex Brewer Alison Bennett Alistair Carmichael Andrew George Angus MacDonald Anna Sabine Ben Maguire Brian Mathew Calum Miller Cameron Thomas Charlie Maynard Claire Young Clive Jones Daisy Cooper Danny Chambers David Chadwick Ed Davey Freddie van Mierlo Gideon Amos Helen Maguire Helen Morgan Ian Roome Ian Sollom James MacCleary Jamie Stone Jess Brown-Fuller John Milne Josh Babarinde Joshua Reynolds Layla Moran Lee Dillon Lisa Smart Liz Jarvis Luke Taylor Manuela Perteghella Marie Goldman Martin Wrigley Max Wilkinson Mike Martin Monica Harding Munira Wilson Olly Glover Paul Kohler Pippa Heylings Rachel Gilmour Roz Savage Sarah Dyke Sarah Green Sarah Olney Steff Aquarone Susan Murray Tim Farron Tom Gordon Tom Morrison Victoria Collins Vikki Slade Wendy Chamberlain Wera Hobhouse Will Forster Zöe Franklin

Independent (12 votes)

Adnan Hussain Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Ian Byrne Iqbal Mohamed Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Mike Amesbury Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Plaid Cymru (4 votes)

Ann Davies Ben Lake Liz Saville Roberts Llinos Medi

Green Party (4 votes)

Adrian Ramsay Carla Denyer Ellie Chowns Siân Berry

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

Alliance (1 vote)

Sorcha Eastwood

Ulster Unionist Party (1 vote)

Robin Swann

Traditional Unionist Voice (1 vote)

Jim Allister

Noes

Conservative (107 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alec Shelbrooke Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Griffith Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Esther McVey Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Clifton-Brown Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Graham Stuart Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Grant Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Julian Smith Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Luke Evans Mark Francois Mark Garnier Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Paul Holmes Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Rebecca Paul Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Roger Gale Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Reform UK (3 votes)

James McMurdock Richard Tice Rupert Lowe

[ghassanrassam]

1955 racism in Georgia ..Egan and Wynter and Mitchell

[joy2paris]

Books/"Articles" to read - either for diss or in general (to be edited and continued. some descriptions taken from those who have recommended them):

Temporary - Hilary Leichter. A woman takes on a series of wild, impossible temporary jobs

Either/or - Elif Batuman. A college sophomore embarks on a quest for an interesting life

So Distant From My life - Monque Ilaboudo. A young West African man attempts to leave his home and migrate to Europe, only to find out the journey and his future isn't what he planned it to be. Set in Burkina Faso and explores imperialism, migration and the queer experience in Africa.

The Rooftop - Fernanda Trias. A paranoid narrator refuses to let her family (her sick father and her newborn child) outside of their house and tries to navigate life with minimal contact with the outside world. Set in Uruguay. Explores paranoia, motherhood and class struggle.

All your Children, Scattered - Beata Umubyeyi Mairesse. French. Story of 3 generations, torn apart by the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda.

Invisible Women - Caroline Criado Perez. We often forget that bias is built into our environment as we often imagine social issues in their theoretical instead of physical manifestations.

Inflamed - Rupa Marya. Deep medecine and the anatomy of injustice.

Cane, Corn & Gully - Safiya Kamaria Kinsbasa. A collection of poems about Barbados, slavery, colonialism, patriarchy and oppression as a whole.

Autobiography of my Mother - Jamaica Kincaid

The Will to Change - Bell Hooks

Sula - Toni Morrison. Follows the life of a young black girl and the small town/settlement she lived in, exploring racism and female friendships.

Happening - Annie Ernaux. Autobiographical account of French feminist Annie Ernaux's experience with accessing abortion when it was illegal in France. Powerful and important. Will make you cry whilst also getting you to admire the myriad ways in which wmen resisted and continue to resist state violence.

Postcolonial Love Poem - Natalie Diaz. Collection of poetry exploring the experiences of Native Americans and how it feels to have your land taken from you and changed into something you no longer recognise.

Hey, Good Luck Out There - Georgia Toews

The Life of the Mind - Christine Smallwood

Blueberries - Ellena Savage

Post-Traumatic - Chantal V. Johnson

The Spirit of Intimacy - Sobonfu Somé

The Four Agreements - Miguel Ruiz

The Mysticism of Sound and Music - Inayat Khan

"A Face in the crowd" - Phillippe Le Goff, 22 Sept 2023. Marshall Berman, the celebrated political philosopher and urbanist died 10 years ago this month. His deep commitment to a Marxist humanism, a 'Marxism with soul' has still much to teach us.

"The Day Hip-Hop Changed Forever" - Ahmir Questlove Thompson

"[missing first few words]..Quiet?" The sound of gentrification is silence - Xochitl Gonzalez

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong. A touching memoir, beautifully lyrical

Post-Humous Memoirs of Brá Cubas - Machano de Assis. Perfect blend of beautiful writing and 'plot'.

Meltdown - ben elton

African Writers Series - Saqi and Banipal books

"What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men?" - Claire Dederer Nov 20th 2017. questioning the separation of the artist and art think piece

TED Youtube video - "Your elusive creative genius" - Elizabeth Gilbert. from the author of Eat, Pray, Love. talks about the creative process and the idea of "genius"

"How friendships change in adulthood" - Julie Beck, The Atlantic

"Ugliness is Underrated: In Defence of Ugly Paintings" - Katy Kelleher, July 31 2018 (The Paris Review)

"The Husband Did It" - Alice Bolin The Awl, Feb 2015

"Is Therapy-speak making us selfish?" - Rebecca Fishbein, Bustle

"You May Want to Marry my Husband" - Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Mar 3 2017

"The joy of sulk"- Rebecca Roache

"A thin line between mother and daughter" - Jennifer Egan, Nov 14 1997

The Unabridged Journals - Sylvia Plath

Flaubertian (comparative more Flaubertian, superlative most Flaubertian) Of or relating to Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880), influential French novelist in the style of literary realism.

Though he is an iconic figure of the realist movement, Flaubert is equally well known for his imaginative Orientalist works of fiction.

"The Plight of the Eldest Daughter" - The Atlantic, by Sarah Sloat

"A Poet's Faith" - Life and Letters 11 Dec 2023 Issue, by Casey Cep, The New Yorker

(up to 12 May from scrolling through screenshots on camera roll)

[sleazoid44]

Georgia Egan

[brookstonalmanac]

Beer Events 9.1

Events

Edinburgh levied a beer tax, raising the price of a pint to one cent (1659)

Federal beer tax to help the civil war effort went into effect (1862)

Brewers Association of St. Louis and East St. Louis founded (1879)

Edward Byrne patented a Beer Faucet (1885)

Alfred Feroe patented a Racking Apparatus for Barreling Beer (1896)

F. & M. Schaefer Brewing patented a Beer Foam Adhesion (1970)

Peter Hand Brewing closed (Chicago, Illinois; 1978)

Last case of "Stag Beer" bottled (Illinois; 1988)

Michelob Dry introduced (1988)

d.b.a. opened (New Orleans, Louisiana; 1994)

Breweries Opened

F. & M. Schaefer Brewing (New York; 1842)

Konig Brauerei/Holstein (Germany; 1856)

Enterprise Brewing (San Francisco; 1873)

Reading Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1886)

Silra/Brau-Union Romania (Romania; 1972)

Bodicote Brewery (England; 1982)

Hart Brewing (Washington; 1984)

Big Rock Brewery (Canada; 1985)

Summit Brewing (Minnesota; 1986)

Evansville Brewing (Indiana; 1988)

Great Lakes Brewing (Ohio; 1988)

Sleeman Brewing & Malting Co. (Canada; 1988)

Brasal-Brasserie Allemande (Canada; 1989)

Drake's Brewing (f.k.a. Lind Brewing, California; 1989)

Sisson's/South Baltimore Brewing (Maryland; 1989)

White Cliffs Brewing (New Zealand; 1989)

Moonlight Brewing (California; 1992)

Ould Newbury Brewing (Massachusetts; 1992)

Bridger Brewing (Montana; 1993)

Heckler Brewing (California; 1993)

Alpine Brewing (Colorado; 1994)

Bank Brewing (Oregon; 1994)

Old Credit Brewing (Canada; 1994)

Sunset Beach Brewery (California; 1994)

AleSmith Brewing (California; 1995)

Basin Brewing (Texas; 1995)

Bear Brews (Maine; 1995)

Biddy Early Brewery (Ireland; 1995)

Brouwer Brewery (Colorado; 1995)

Duff's Brewery (New Zealand; 1995)

La Conner Brewing (Washington; 1995)

Louisiana Brewing (Louisiana; 1995)

Royal Oak Brewery (Michigan; 1995)

Seattle Brewing / Aviator Ales (Washington; 1995)

Sutter Creek Brewing (California; 1995)

Tortuga's Loggerhead Brewery (Florida; 1995)

Ventura Brewing / Brewmakers (California; 1995)

Abbeydale Brewery (England; 1996)

Alameda Brewhouse (Oregon; 1996)

Antelope Brewing (California; 1996)

Cabeson Brewing (New Mexico; 1996)

Castle Springs Brewery (New Hampshire; 1996)

District Warehouse Brewing (Minnesota; 1996)

Egan Brewing (Wisconsin; 1996)

Hollister Mountain Brewery (Idaho; 1996)

Nail City Brewing (West Virginia; 1996)

Pinehurst Village Brewery (North Carolina; 1996)

Woodhouse Brewing (nebraska; 1996)

Dark Mountain Brewery (Georgia; 1997)

Harmon Pub & Brewery (Washington; 1997)

J.W. Platek's Restaurant & Brewery (Illinois; 1997)

Mount Olympus Brewery (Vermont; 1997)

Shamrock Brewing (Illinois; 1997)

Barleycorn's Craft Brew (Massachusetts; 1998)

Mudshark Pizza & Pasta (Arizona; 1998)

Rikenjaks Brewery (California; 1998)

River City Brewing (Canada; 1998)

Saddleback Brewery (California; 1999)

Taps Fish House & Brewery (California; 1999)

Alpine Brewing (Washington; 2000)

Copper Eagle Brewing (Nebraska; 2001)

Elevation 66 Brewing (California; 2011)

Riley’s Brewing (California; 2011)

[avonne-writes]

Avonne Pookie ookie <3 is it you who has Chick and John’s mom seeing each other in the hs au!? Because if so I need to know more about that rn!!!

Hi dear 🥰 Oh, thank you so much for this ask! Indeed, my Georgia Egan gets together with Chick Harding and will end up marrying him and taking his name. ❤️‍🔥 I haven't included this in the published fics yet, but it's coming soon!

She loves motorbikes and he’s a biker. He’s her instructor when she finally decides to do something for herself for once and learn how to ride one.

They're both divorced. Georgia because Bucky's father had another family on the side in secret. Chick because he and his wife really wanted kids but couldn’t have them and their marriage ultimately fell apart.

No wonder that one of the things Chick loves about Georgia is how much she loves her son.

They start talking casually during breaks during the bike course, then Chick buys her a coffee and asks her out on a date once the course is over. She's so stunned, she hasn't been with anyone since her divorce. She didn’t think anyone would still be attracted to her.

They go out a few times and have fun, and it turns out that they really like each other. They kiss and discuss a serious relationship, but Georgia tells him they can only be more than casual if both boys like Chick. This happens right after chapter 3 of dive for dreams, so Bucky is almost 17 and Gale is 16.

Chick was lonely after his divorce so he adopted a cat. Gale notices the cat fur on Georgia's clothes and puts two and two together.

When Georgia introduces Chick to the boys, Bucky is unfriendly on principle, he’s protective of his mom. Gale is scared of him (because of the trauma from his dad). They're polite and all, but they're clearly wary.

He takes them to a bike show or similar event, and Bucky gets super enthusiastic about the bikes and biker culture - Chick has basically won him over. It’s much harder to get Gale's trust, but Chick tells him about the freedom of riding a bike and that appeals to Gale. (He’ll end up learning how to ride one from Chick.)

Both Georgia and Chick are starving for a partner's company, so they spend a lot of quality time together in the beginning... 🔥🔥

He moves in with Georgia once the boys are off to university and will ask her to marry him after a few years. ❤️

[parabelled]

Okay but for the people asking why he had the Fez- it's weirdly Senegalese- or at least, from most likely from forces from French colonial Africa.

The explanation of this is that apparently the survivors of the Regensburg mission ended over in Marrakesh in Morocco, and they were provided with luxury accommodation in this super fancy hotel that had hibiscus flowers, marble, etc.

And while they were drinking at this fancy outdoor bistro near/as a part of the hotel, the American airmen swapped their caps with a bunch of soldiers randomly from Senegal. Because the Senegalese were still roped in under colonialism to fight for France. The soldiers were known as the Tirailleurs Sénégalais (Although not all soldiers were Senegalese- that is simply where the first regiment had been formed). It was a designation given by the French Army to indigenous infantry recruited in the various colonies and overseas possessions of the French Empire during the 19th and 20th centuries (Yay for recognizing separate cultures Western Europe).

(See: This gentleman here with the Cross of Liberation awarded by General Charles de Gaulle).

So the reason why Egan is weirdly wearing this strange hat with ZERO explanation is because it became a trademark item for him, and he decided to pin his Major pin to the very front of it for no apparent reason other than to be DIFFERENT cause he's MAJOR JOHN EGAN BITCH (And then he was photographed in it for Stars and Stripes Magazine for the states, and it sort of became a legendary thing associated with him). So I'm assuming the fact that he's wearing it in episode four despite us not really seeing them move from Algeria initially was to condense time and for the filmmakers to be like LOOK HE'S WEARING THE THING and that it's vaguely funny with zero explanation, because yes- John Egan IS quirky enough to just have a fez for NO reason even though there's sort of a quirky backstory to it.

Also, apparently it's on display at the National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force in Georgia.

So if you want an Apple TV/ HBO War mega trip to Georgia you could technically go visit Egan's fez and Currahee Mountain all in one in a five hour trip each way.

going to africa i gotta bring my dumb hat

[peridotsarelongterm]

Excuse the crap quality, but I couldn’t not share this precious down-home baby!De in technicolor.

(From The View from Pompey’s Head (1955). Bonus - the guy he’s checking in is the same actor who shoots him in Tension at Table Rock the following year. 🥰😭)

[idealuk]

Any one else still (if you ever were) laughing hysterically at this? Just me? GIFs from me tomorrow.

[safflowerseason]

L O L Dan Egan’s introduction: “He’s killed a dog on a dare and cohosted a morning show for CBS...he feels bad about one of those things.” 

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Second Reading

Ayes: 351 (96.6% Lab, 2.3% Ind, 0.8% Green, 0.3% SDLP) Noes: 84 (100.0% Con) Absent: ~215

Day's business papers: 2024-7-29

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: Committee of the whole House

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Labour (341 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alison Taylor Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Angela Eagle Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Bell Ribeiro-Addy Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Bridget Phillipson Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Eccles Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chris Bloore Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Betts Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Jarvis Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Danny Beales Darren Jones Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Baines David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Taylor David Williams Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Ed Miliband Elaine Stewart Emily Darlington Emma Foody Emma Hardy Emma Lewell-Buck Emma Reynolds Euan Stainbank Feryal Clark Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Fred Thomas Gen Kitchen Georgia Gould Gerald Jones Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Josan Hamish Falconer Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Hilary Benn Ian Lavery Ian Murray Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Murray James Naish Janet Daby Jas Athwal Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Healey John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Josh Simons Julia Buckley Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Kanishka Narayan Kate Dearden Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Keir Mather Kenneth Stevenson Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kevin McKenna Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Lisa Nandy Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lorraine Beavers Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Luke Pollard Margaret Mullane Maria Eagle Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin Rhodes Mary Creagh Mary Glindon Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Maya Ellis Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Prinsley Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Richard Baker Richard Quigley Rosena Allin-Khan Rosie Wrighting Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett

Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Jones Sarah Owen Sarah Russell Sarah Sackman Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Shabana Mahmood Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephen Doughty Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Reed Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Tulip Siddiq Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Warinder Juss Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (8 votes)

Adnan Hussain Apsana Begum Ian Byrne Imran Hussain John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Zarah Sultana

Green Party (3 votes)

Adrian Ramsay Ellie Chowns Siân Berry

Social Democratic & Labour Party (1 vote)

Colum Eastwood

Noes

Conservative (84 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alec Shelbrooke Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Griffith Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Claire Coutinho Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Geoffrey Clifton-Brown George Freeman Graham Stuart Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Grant Helen Whately Jack Rankin James Cleverly Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Patrick Spencer Paul Holmes Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Roger Gale Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

[awesomecooperlove]

They never thought she would lose. SHE LOST!

– An outsider became POTUS

– Q happened

– 3 SCOTUS picks

– 300 Judges

– ROE V WADE OVERTURNED!

– Planned Parenthood organ harvesting exposed!

– Climate Change Hoax, shot down West Virginia vs the EPA

– SCOTUS Protects 2A constitutional carry!

– MSM Mockingbird media exposed!

– BIG Tech Exposed!

– Elections being rigged EXPOSED!

– MASSIVE Amounts of RESIGNATIONS!

– Georgia Guidstones destroyed!

– Embassy moved to Jerusalem

– Abraham Accords

– Exposure to school indoctrination of our children

– Evil Exposed like never before!

– The Explosion of human trafficking arrests

– Big Pharma exposed!

– Three letter agencies exposed (ongoing)

– NWO exposed!

– Pedo Island Exposed! Epstein WW clients (ongoing)

– Awakened us to what’s in our food

– Rhinos & deepstate exposed!

– Disney EXPOSED!

– Biolabs exposed!

– Chemtrails exposed!

– BLM exposed!

– Lightning strikes George Floyd Memorial!

– George Soros exposed!

– FTX Exposed

– Adrenochrome exposed! (More to come)

– EO 13848 extended, again

– American spirit reignited🔥🇺🇸

– People Worldwide Waking up every day!

– Prince Philip & Queen Elizabeth are dead!

– Evelyn De Rothschild, London Head of Banking Dynasty, Dead

– Benjamin de Rothschild dead

– Twitter Takeover, Parlor takeover, Truth Social

– Liz Cheney Dynasty ☠️!

– McCain Dynasty ☠️

– We won the House!

– We Fires Nancy Pelosi

– Canada will be under Trump as well as Australia, New Zealand and Pacific Islands

Wells Fargo just laid off 90% of their mortgage bankers.

Who needs mortgage bankers when NESARA is around the corner

Amazon Jeff Bozo to give pink slips to 10,000 before christmas

meanwhile all the grandpas on BITCH u te who love clify HIGH, maxy egan,mikey adams etc

say nothing is going on but saint hitler…. cause they know everything and will stay with their heros in 3D Matrix

💃🏼🕺💃🏼