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[yourspeirs]

Sergeant Martin's reputation was that he seldom raised his voice and never gave orders in a harsh tone.

[mahthildisww2]

Dexter Fletcher (Johnny Martin) and Rick Warden (Harry Welsh) on set

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Lot of craziness happened at Mourmelon. Come halfway through December I was sitting in the sergeants’ barracks late one evening when Johnny Martin and Bill Guarnere swaggered in with two cases of champagne. All the other sergeants crowded around, and Martin popped the corks. We held out our canteen cups, and he filled them to the brims. It was the first time I’d tasted champagne, and, well, it felt to me like sweet fizzy apple juice. Why, that stuff slid down as easy as soda pop, and I guess a lot of fellas were thinking the same thing because we guzzled the first case and started in on the second. There we all were, drinking champagne and laughing away, and I don’t know who said something aggravating at first, but another guy mouthed back, and another fella said something similar, and pretty soon the first guy walloped the second guy over the head with his canteen cup. Then it all broke loose and we all got into it, tossing guys into the walls, beating each other over the head, smashing our fists against each other’s chin. Wasn’t too long before First Sergeant Carwood Lipton hurried into the barracks and yelled at us to knock it off. All the bunks were broken off the walls by then and he was real mad. “You guys are supposed to be leaders,” he hollered. “A bunch of sergeants doing all this! Clean up this mess, then you can sleep it off.” It sounded like a wise plan, so we did.

~ Shifty Powers

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[lieutenant-speirs]

Sitting across the table from you, Sergeant Martin had been watching you rapidly zone out from the conversation of the other soldiers around you. “Peanut… you okay?” The endearing little nickname falling from Sergeant Martin’s softened voice pulled you back from your thoughts.

Your eyes shift over to his features, which were studying yours intensely. You simply nodded and gave him a small smile. One he did not return, but merely raised his brows slightly. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to cry.” You try to maintain your smile but you can feel your lips twitching as they fight to drop the smile, the tears welled up in your eyes before you even had a chance to blink them back. “I’m fine.” You stupidly try to convince him, knowing your teared-up features were evident that you were lying. The wobble in your voice only adding to your lie. Instead of just sitting there and arguing with you, Sergeant Martin gave a small tilt of his head, a gesture of ‘Come on’, as he stood up. You quickly stood up too, not wanting to bring unwanted attention to yourself for breaking down. Keeping your gaze down, you followed Sergeant Martin outside as he lead you somewhere that offered a little privacy. Soldiers were still walking around but none were within eavesdropping distance. - || Sneak peek at a Sergeant Martin x Reader drabble. Not at all a self-idulgent hurt-comfort fic because I personally need it. Sorry Spiers, I heard your pep talks and they aren't the vibe right now XD

[lieutenant-speirs]

…………. Letters.

From BoB. As if they’re writing to their significant other. Yes. I’ll introduce this. Want a letter from someone with their inner thoughts on paper? Want to tell a BoB character something? Let me know!

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Band of Brothers and the Holocaust

Speaking as someone who has studied the Shoah, but her focus was on what Allied soldiers did when they discovered a concentration camp? Band of Brothers' Why We Fight is the most accurate portrayal of liberating a concentration camp in any WWII media.

It has every single element of what happened, while also conveying the human experience of the tragedy.

In the following post I am going to write out the general nature of what happened when an Allied unit found a concentration camp. Interspersed will be dialogue in indents and italics direct from Band of Brothers.

The war is coming to a close. The soldiers are looking forward to going home. The mood is fairly upbeat, morale is high. There's been rumours that some bad stuff's been happening, it's known Jews and others were being persecuted, but it's not something on the mind of the average American or British enlisted soldier. Your farmboys and streetrats want to go home. They want mom's food, dad's firm hand, to play with their kid they haven't seen in three years - six if they're British.

Then...

It sure is quiet. He is right, fellas.

They find it.

A camp situated far from anywhere else. A camp in a wholly deforested area. A camp where no birds sing, no animals make noise. Ashy smoke on the horizon. Skeletal figures in striped clothes, staring at them, averting their eyes like beaten dogs. The smoke of burning buildings, dead bodies just laying about.

Major Winters! Uh, we found something. We're out on patrol and uh, we came across this. What, what, what, what? Frank, Frank, what is it? I don't know sir. I don't know.

The reaction, of course, is sheer horror. The deaths these men have seen were almost all in combat. This is not combat. They don't have a word for it. This is genocide, but they don't know that word. Genocide as a term has not been invented yet. It will be specifically to describe what they are now bearing witness to.

Look at their arms. Like cattle. Goddamn.

These soldiers don't know what to do. They've never seen anything like this before and there are no contingencies. But they are men of action. Trained to act no matter what. After the initial shock, after the initial arrival, they spring into motion. These prisoners are starving, obviously. They need food, they need water, they need medical attention. The soldiers distribute what they've got on them, try to help where they can, how little they can.

All right, boys. These people need care. Give them water and any spare rations you might have. Grab me some blankets, quick.

They find and procure more food and bring it to the camps.

Let's go, let's pick up the pace, come on! Sergeant Martin, get whatever we can fit on the deuce and a half.

Their desire to help, to save, it kills people. Refeeding syndrome - the severely malnourished, the starving, feeding them rations meant to keep a man at the top of his physical fitness going every day, the rich bread and cheese of a regular bakery, it overwhelms the stomach. Survivors on the day of liberation do not survive it - dead from the actions of their saviours. This is something Band of Brothers does not, perhaps thankfully, depict on the big screen - instead speaking of it.

Proper medical authorities arrive. They are the men who stop the haphazard nature of the liberators' actions, creating systems. They've never seen anything like this either. They're also working off the cuff - but they do know what they're doing, much better than your average kid from Brooklyn.

We need to stop giving these men food right now. They're starving. If we give them too much to eat too quickly, they'll eat themselves to death.

These medical authorities come with the establishment of proper authority in the region. And it's quickly determined there's nowhere to take these survivors who suffered so grievously. There's no place big enough, centralised enough to keep them safe from others, to keep them in one place to be properly fed and properly treated. No place, except...

We need to keep them in the camp til we can find a place for 'em. You want us to lock these people back up?! We got no choice, Nix. Otherwise they might scatter. We need to keep them centralized so we can supervise their food intake and medical treatment. So, until we find some place better...

The soldiers who have come to the rescue must force the liberated back into the camps. Back into the sight of all their horrors that they want to leave so badly. They have to, to help them get what they need.

The initial forces have to move on. The war is still continuing. They are combat troops, the spearhead of their respective frontline. They aren't guards, they aren't doctors. Their expertise lies in killing, not saving. Yet they tried to do so, to save those they could. When confronted with that, who couldn't?

Tenth Armored are gonna supervise clean-up. What about us? We head out for, uh... Thailheim, Thalheim, tomorrow.

The morale of the men has been shattered, having become first-hand witnesses to the Holocaust. So too, however, has their resolve to see this thing through been hardened, sharpened into a blade that will cut out the heart of fascism in Germany. They react with anger, enraged at the fact that German civilians insist they did not do it.

I said shut up, you Nazi fuck! You're not a Nazi? My mistake, you fat fucking prick. How about a human being? Are you one of those? Or are you gonna tell me that you never smelled the fucking stench?

Martial law is enacted. Commanders give orders to force the populations of nearby villages, towns, cities, to come out in their Sunday best. Everybody who can walk must come - come to the camp, come to see the horrors that they had ignored. Imprint the memory in their brains and know they let this happen. Then, with their own hands, pick up the bodies and bury them. This is what Nixon sees when he returns to the camp after Easy moved on - the 10th Armored enforcing it.

People of Ludswiglust were made to bury the bodies on the palace grounds of the Archduke of Mecklenburg, for example. At Ohrdruf, Colonel Hayden Sears yelled at his soldiers herding German civilians around a makeshift crematorium. "Make them look at the hooked poles for turning over the roasted bodies. Make them stand closer and look!" This is a term used by the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum as Forced Concentration. It was a policy, at first made by battlefield commanders and then moving up the ranks. No person old enough to comprehend it was allowed to live in ignorance.

Something not depicted in episode nine but is depicted in episode ten are reprisals.

Some troops reacted to the devastation with bloodlust, a vindictive need to take matters into their own hands. Historian Max Hastings wrote of a British tank commander who drove into the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, pulled out a pistol, shot several guards and drove away. At Dachau, soldiers of the 157th Infantry Regiment machinegunned between 35-50 SS camp guards in a spontaneous reprisal. Heinrich Wicker, the commandant of Dachau, was summarily executed. An official investigation concluded, "in the light of the conditions which greeted the eyes of the first combat troops, it is not believed that justice or equity demand that the difficult and perhaps impossible task of fixing individual responsibility now be undertaken."

What if this guy’s just a soldier? What if he’s an officer with no ties to the SS? What if he’s innocent? You know what? What if he’s a fucking Nazi commandant of a fucking slave camp? Which one? Which camp? You don’t have any proof. Were you at Landsberg? You know I was. You think he’s a soldier like you and me? A fucking innocent German officer? Where the hell have you been for the past three years?

Notice that I have mentioned all these things and then gave dialogue from Band of Brothers for them? How I have barely added more detail of things that were not depicted? It's because Band of Brothers is the only series, movie, or anything else I know to depict the Holocaust and then accurately depict how the liberators of the camps reacted to them - in every single way:

Discovery. The urge, the need, to help - somehow. Distributing food and water too rich for the starved. Orders to stop and herd them back into the camps. Continuing the advance. Forced concentration. Reprisals.

Band of Brothers has it all - I've never seen anybody do it better.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Band of Brothers Part 3- Carentan

If Private Hall got the best personal tour of Normandy with Dick Winters, Albert Blithe got the Tutorial episode with all of Easy Company. One, bless these guys for being nice to this weirdo and returning him home, and he gets the true main character experience with everyone! Gets a shout out from platoon leader Welsh for joining them, wikipedia read on Alpine flora and fauna from Nixon, healed by Jesus Winters, in on gossiping with the boys about Speirs lore, hanging out with resident ankle biter Martin in the mud, talkin game mindset like it's a Superbowl party with Welsh, walkies and legendary pep talk from Speirs, another round of encouragement from Winters like this is little Round Top 1863, then gets hit and everyone is pretty impacted by it? Like we just watched our stray get run over? :( And the boys actually recognized him in the hospital despite him being wrapped like a Mummy?

This was a hold my beer moment, everyone pitched in to give this guy a hell of an experience and he looked lost as hell through most of it and probably thinks it's a fever dream.

The thing is he looks like a zombie through all of it for a reason---because the 'only hope you have is to realize you're already dead' is because in BoB he is. Nevermind what happens to real Blithe, in BoB he's not going to make it long.

Easy Company is Albert Blithe's guide through the levels of hell.

He's also there to draw us in and feel like we, as viewers, would also be welcomed by this great group of guys. He's lost? No problem bud, come with us. Struggling with his job? Well, we're here for you man. Can't see? Winters will lay hands on you. Struggling with inner demons? Speirs literally just shot his own sergeant but he's going to share personal ideology with you! Welsh? He's taken, but you're in his platoon and you're going to come out of this okay....until you don't. But now he's probably traumatized over picking volunteers, which bodes well for his future career as a teacher. Even in the hospital, your sacrifice is acknowledged by your peers.

Who wouldn't want to walk beside these guys to find your way to the coldest part of Hell next to Satan's hairy legs (Bastogne)?

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Band of Brothers - The Terror AU, Continued

A continuation of this post

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Denver 'Bull' Randleman and John Martin serve as Ice Masters on the HMS Erebus and Terror respectively. They are both experienced, having been on multiple Arctic expeditions before, often alongside each other, and as a result are held in high esteem by the rest of the crew. The pair trust each other more than they will ever trust a commander, as only they fully understand how dangerous the ice can be. Martin holds the ear of Captain Winters, who faithfully follows his advice. In contrast, Randleman finds Captain Sobel to be often dismissive of his knowledge. Still, he finds an eager audience in young Royal Marine Privates Garcia, Miller, and Hashey, who are all experiencing their first Naval posting and have never seen how badly an expedition such as this can turn.

Aboard the Terror, the Royal Marines are commanded by Sergeant Bill Guarnere, who - alongside Corporal Chuck Grant and Private Edward Heffron - keeps largely to himself. The Marines are somewhat isolated from the rest of the crew, as they are the only men on board permitted to arm themselves, and lack the naval experience boasted of by the others. However, as it becomes more and more evident that the Terror and Erebus will not be unstuck from the ice any time soon, with more and more men lost to the mysterious Tuunbaq with each passing day, the marines find themselves thrust into the limelight by the rest of the crew, who view them as key to their survival.

On the HMS Erebus, Sergeant Darrell Powers and Corporal Donald Hoobler find their loyalty to their commanders jeopardised as their chances of salvation grow ever slimmer. Shifty struggles to come to terms with his shifting allegiances as Sobel's ineffective leadership and Nixon's declining health put them at a disadvantage, and the Royal Marines begin to ally themselves across the two ships, both bringing together the crews and setting them further apart than ever before.

Roy Cobb does not believe in his leaders. He is here because he had no option, driven by a lack of wealth and education - caulking was never supposed to be his life's work, and he won't pretend to be happy about his position. When the crew find themselves stranded in the ice, he grows ever more bitter at the state of affairs, and as the rest of the crew begin to realise the severity of their situation, people begin to listen to Cobb's complaints - they let him speak his discontent where they once dismissed it with a roll of the eyes. He finds himself holding more influence than he has ever had before, and will use this newfound power to his advantage no matter what damage it could do to others.

Other crewmates:

Robert 'Popeye' Wynn - Boatswain, HMS Terror

Floyd Talbert - Carpenter, HMS Terror

Donald Malarkey - Engineer, HMS Terror

Pat Christenson - Quartermaster, HMS Terror

Frank Perconte - Blacksmith, HMS Terror

Joe Toye - Leading Stoker, HMS Terror

Alex Penkala - Ship's Cook, HMS Terror

Albert Blithe - Seaman, HMS Terror - Found infirm and returned to England from the Whalefish Islands

John Hall -Seaman, HMS Terror - One of the sailors who died and was buried on Beechey Island on the way to the Passage

Ralph Spina - Head surgeon, HMS Erebus

Warren 'Skip' Muck - Carpenter, HMS Erebus

Joseph Liebgott - Engineer, HMS Erebus

Walter 'Smokey' Gordon - Caulker, HMS Erebus

George Luz - Leading Stoker, HMS Erebus

(When assigning characters' roles among each ship, I tried to consider the pre- and post-war professions of the real-life veterans, applying these skills as best I could to the positions aboard each ship - for example, Alex Penakala worked as a cook before the war, and Joe Toye worked in a coal mine, hence his position stoking the steam engines.)

[historyherstory]

CHAPTER NINE

Basic self defense note. If someone ever grabs your wrist or forearm, twist your arm in the direction of the outside of their fist (towards the pinky). The grip is weakest there & can be broken more easily (vs if you try to twist in direction of their thumb/index finger part of the hold, which is the strongest). In context of this story, Ron absolutely could have stopped it (hand to hand was a part of paratrooper combat training) but on the flip side, if you think of the 101st as a conventionally trained fighting force, the resistance were very much “by hook or crook”. Anything goes, as long as it keeps you alive. Fighting wasn’t the intent though, so it’s just a blip in a scene. Thought I’d make a note on it all the same.

Goldbrick, both a noun & a verb! As a noun it’s something that looks valuable but in fact, isn’t. Hence the name - gold brick. You think it’s a brick of gold but it’s just a brick with maybe a little gold plating on the outside so the value is inconsequential.  The verb (”to goldbrick” or if you were “goldbricking”) is to invent a task to avoid something you should be doing. Basically, a slacker or a shirker.

I’ve only ever seen Bill Guarnere use this word (Ambrose uses it in Band of Brothers, I believe, but it’s in relation to Bill talking about Johnny). Johnny Martin gets described as a goldbricker (but Bill is also emphatic to note that is not true when it comes to fighting: he was no slacker there). He was just great at getting out of doing things, apparently. In comparison to some of the other Easy Co men who seem to have been very social (or if not as social/universally liked, such as Skip or Luz, at least still well known/have their own circle of friends) Martin gets described (again, by Guarnere) as a bit of a loner. Although take that with a grain of salt because Bill and Johnny also seem to have hung out. They got tattoos together between the period when they returned from Normandy & their deployment to Holland.

Although arguably Bill Guarnere seems like one of those aggressively social Italian Americans where you realize it’s easier to just go along with it and give him what he wants because otherwise you’ll never have a moment of peace. (See: his being instrumental to easy co. reunions post-war.) I adore him. I also adore Johnny. Writing them both in this chapter made me smile.

The mentions of Culoville are about as accurate as I can manage. Easy overnighted there (as shown in the HBO show, they’re in Sainte Marie du Mont eating, but Dick Winters narrates that they left for Culoville within a few hours). If you want to find Culoville on a map? Good luck. (I tried.) It’s apparently too small to even really register as a hamlet so it doesn’t really show up marked on any of the 1940s maps. It’s just south of Sainte Marie du Mont on the D913 (if you wanted to get an approximation on google maps). Brucheville is not a fictional place but naming it here is a construct of my imagination. It’s foreshadowed a little in an earlier chapter where D company are posted alongside an intersection to intercept any Germans coming down the road. The actual version of that apparently was late at night (potentially early morning on June 7th) so I wrote Dog company having served in that function 2x - once leading into Sainte Marie du Mont (where we saw Ron briefly interact with Nix and Dick) and now here as the 506th 2nd battalion leaves the town. In reality, Ron Speirs’ biography (Fierce Valor) only mentions it once so it was more likely they were just posted there in the evening & stayed in position for hours. This is where the incident with the drunk sergeant from Dog pulling a gun on Speirs (& Speirs shooting him in an act that is largely identified as self defense, though the sergeant died in the process) happened.

As noted above, the road to Brucheville may not be where it happened. They were stationed on one of the roads that intersected with D913. Brucheville is about due east of Sainte Marie du Mont and there’s a few ways to get from that area to the D913 so I chose that for this story’s purpose.

Captain Hester back by name - Clarence Hester is one of the (many) officers that started in Easy & was promoted to fill positions elsewhere in the 506th. By the time Normandy came around, Hester was 2nd Battalion S3 (operations officer). He would later be promoted to commanding officer of 1st battalion. Not particularly relevant to the story as far as I’m aware of (...yet?) but it’s one of those interesting facts so sharing all the same.

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OC Masterlist - TV Shows!

As per usual, everyone is listed with their age at their introduction into the "present" storyline.

Fandoms featured:

The A-Team

Band of Brothers

Hogan's Heroes

M*A*S*H

The Orville

Star Trek: The Next Generation

The A-TEAM (1983-1987)

Looking for the movie? Congrats, here it is!

-> Kit

"I'm still standing after all this time, picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind." - Elton John, in: I'm Still Standing

Full name: Anne Karma "Kit" Kelley

Birthday: August 1st, 1959 (24 years old)

Identity: queer (~ omnisexual & genderfluid)

Faceclaim: Kristen Stewart

Tag: x | Fic: x

Kit was picked up by the A-Team when they went up against Martin James's cult, and she has since been their professional when it comes to climbing, acrobatics, knives and roughhousing people. For as unconventional as she is, a certain conman seems to love her even more for it.

BAND OF BROTHERS (2001)

-> Anita

"You want to win me over now? Impress me like a school fight, and I triple dog dare ya to pinky promise that you'll never lie." - Chappell Roan, in: School Nights

Full name: Sargeant Anita Reed

Birthday: April 26th, 1921 (23 years old)

Identity: bisexual, cis female

Faceclaim: Ana de Armas

Tag: x | Fic: x

Anita joined the Women's Army Corps as soon as the war began, working her way up into the riggers' course and making it to the rank of sergeant. Now, stationed in Aldbourne as a parachute riggers, she crosses paths with the men of Easy Company, falling head over heels for a private by the name of Donald Malarkey.

HOGAN'S HEROES (1965-1971)

-> Vicky

"Thrill, thrill me with your charms, take me in your arms, and make my life perfection." - Marilyn Monroe, in: Kiss

Full name: Zoe Allen, alias Viktoria Brandt

Birthday: June 1st, 1919 (23 years old)

Identity: bisexual, cis female

Faceclaim: Marilyn Monroe

Tag: x | Fic: x

Vicky is a member of the Women's Auxiliary Airforce and an agent of the Special Operations Executive, dispatched to Germany as a spy. Having married a high-ranking officer of the SS and Gestapo, she eventually ends up at Stalag 13 as a supervisor from the Gestapo. Little do the Germans know that she's supervising them on behalf of the Allies instead, and that their pickpocketing Cockney prisoner is her most faithful lover.

M*A*S*H (1972-1983)

-> Iris

"Welcome to the family jewels - coal to diamond, sold to fools." - MARINA, in: The Family Jewels

Full name: Euphemia Iris Winchester

Birthday: December 21st, 1927 (22 years old)

Identity: pansexual, cis female

Faceclaim: Amanda Fix

Tag: x | Fic: -

Iris is a young nurse, and the cousin of thoracic surgeon Charles Emerson Winchester III. She has always been the rebel of the family, with an affection for love of all kinds, and an adoration for ancient poetry. When war started in Korea, she joined the Army Nurse Corps, promptly being stationed at M*A*S*H 4077th.

THE ORVILLE (2017-?)

-> Raevyn

"Hey, God, I'll be the jester, entertain you to the best of my ability when I suffer." - Melanie Martinez, Test Me

Full name: Lieutenant Commander Raevyn "Raven" Caelia Maumahara

Birthday: August 30th, 2393 (27 years old)

Identity: bisexual, cis female

Faceclaim: Alexandra Daddario

Tag: x | Fic: x (Aquatic AU: x)

Raevyn is the Chief of Security of the USS Orville in the year 2421 - that is until she gets thrown back in time to the Orville of December 2419, giving her an opportunity to meet her predecessor, a fresh start with her former ex Gordon Malloy, and the pressure to have to live through all the hard times and near-death situations once again with the timeline weighing down on her shoulders.

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987-1994)

-> K'Rala

"You saw through me all this time. I'd forgotten people are kind." - dodie, in: Ready Now

Full name: Lieutenant [Picard] K'Rala

Birthday: March 26th, 2340 (24 years old)

Identity: omnisexual, polyamorous, nonbinary/agender

Faceclaim: Emma Corrin

Tag: x | Fic: -

K'Rala is half Vulcan, quarter Aenar and quarter Betazoid, which results both in a very complicated biology and strong telepathic senses. They're a promising young engineering officer aboard the Enterprise with a specific adoration for anything old or ancient and little understanding for people's insistence on the gender binary. They find themselves romantically involved with Chief of Security Tasha Yar, and, after losing her, decide that facing one's emotions is better than suppressing them.

[wwhatev3r]

Could I have a Band of Brothers ship? I’m a brunette with green eyes who has a resting bitch face but once you get to know me you’ll find that I’m a sarcastic smart Type A feminist dork. I’m also very self assured in who I am so I don’t care what people think of me so I like to be genuine and honest. I love spending my weekends reading as many books as I can and I’m a morning person so I love the quiet early morning where I can just sit and drink my tea. I’m a mix between a homebody and adventurous during my vacation time so hobbies include reading, spending time with my family, arts & crafts, traveling, surfing, rock climbing and hiking. Thank you in advance!

I ship you with...

Johnny Martin

Notes: I just wish I could have your personality! But yeah, I hope you like it, I think I could’ve done better tho :/

You got the scariest motherfucker of them all.

But you see, the fact that you have a pretty strong fist and that you couldn't care less about what he thinks or others think, caught his attention. 

I’m sure you both have some pretty good matching resting bitch faces.

It’s the kind of couple that is quiet but then can cut someone like a blade just with their gaze. (Iconic) 

I think you guys in the beginning started as small enemies, not exactly enemies, just the fact that you have both strong personalities. 

Once some guys started saying some stupid sexist comments about you he defend you: “Oh, you little dick motherfuckers have nothing better to do, do you? Get the fuck out of here. Go on!” 

You admired that but still got a little angry because you could've handled it alone. 

You had already prepared some sarcastic throwbacks.

Also, in the beginning you were a little defensive towards him, but you couldn't care less tho.

But eventually when you started dating you became the power couple. 

Not many people know but Johnny was a pretty cunning and loner guy. 

Johnny is the type of man who is basically: “I hate the whole world but you.”

When the Easy boys saw you two together they were definitely asking themselves if that was the real Johnny Martin that they know, love and fear.

He’s just so much more vulnerable and caring. 

May any fucking god protect the ones who try to mess with you. 

When he gets angry Johnny just needs to gaze into your beautiful green eyes to get himself back together.

I believe Johnny overthinks a lot and due to being a sergeant, he blames himself for some of his men's deaths.

In those moments he just needs you to sit him and let him get it all out, and after that please give this man a hug. 

You guys spend every morning reading alone in peace and quiet.

Sometimes he likes to snuggle with you and read out loud for you.

Both enjoy your tea while reading. (He definitely needs some.)

I believe he was more of a coffee guy but then switched to tea because of you and he loves it now.

Both of you are pretty adventurous, but he had never tried rock climbing.

So, one weekend you guys got into a road trip and you did everything: Hiking, rock climbing, exploring some places. 

He admires you so much for loving to do all that stuff.

Sometimes he just stays there watching you and is thinking: “How the hell does she do that?” 

I don’t know if you want to get married but during one of your trips you guys stopped on a beach for surfing and he did really consider proposing to you.

The first time he met your family he was so nervous, what the fuck.

But they loved him, he spent all evening talking with your family like they knew each other ages ago.

This is a little short but I hope you like it <3

[lieutenant-speirs]

On a scale of Doc Roe to Sgt. Martin, who are you at Christmas?

Me? I am Lieutenant Speirs; tired, want it to be over, but will still partake in the festivities for others. Although with the way everything is going I'm borderlining Sgt. Martin XD

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nightly shared cigarettes ~ ron speirs (band of brothers)

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request: Hello, I’m not sure if you’re up to another Speirs request👀 could you write something of him and the girl that the company has rescued from the german on their way or mission, this is just a loosely prompt that I have in mind haha😉 thank you in advance

pairing: ron speirs x SOE agent female reader

summary: when on patrol in haguenau, soldiers of easy co. find a captured british agent. until further notice she has to stay with them and in the meantime she grows closer with one of the lieutenants, someone who's fully inpressed by how badass she is.

words: 4.9K

a/n: thank you for the request, lovely anon. i'm always up to write anything with our sweet little grumpy kleptomaniac !! i hope you enjoy how i interpreted your request xx

also i just wanna note here how much i honestly respect the SOE agents (special operations executive), i did research on this and i'm- wow.

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When Webster's eyes fall on the young woman crouching in the corner of the room they've just bursted in, for a moment all he feels is confusion as it fills his mind. He comes to an immediate halt, Martin almost colliding with his back. Soon both their slightly widened eyes move around her - taking in the stains of blood and dirt all around her ripped clothes, the bruises colouring her skin, the disheveled (y/h/c) hair that was probably once in a braid but now is falling in her face, the exhaustion written on her features even as she eyes the newly arrived group of men with careful interest.

Before anyone can say or do anything, she opens her lips and in the loud noise, in a quite rusty voice announces a short sentence. "I'm British."

The paratroopers of Easy share a glance, feeling even more confused than before. Nobody have told them about any British woman being in that building, not even in the whole town of Haguenau. Nevertheless, knowing that they have to hurry, Martin orders his men to get her too, bring her back along with the Germans. McClung leans down to grab her and lifts her up in his arms much easier than he's thought - she's unbelievably weightless, at least compared to the heavy equipment he had to carry around in the past month, or to the weight of his comrades when he had to drag one of them who got wounded out of the firing line.

When they get back to the other side of the river and inside the basement, he places the girl on the ground next to the two German soldiers and then the company seems to forget about her as Jackson's suffering keeps everyone's thoughts busy. Only after the heartbreakingly young boy passes away under the helplessly watching eyes of his comrades is when Jones has the chance to actually get a look at their captured foes - surprised to find a woman sitting there as it's been too dark outside and they've been in too much of a stressful hurry for him to cast even a short glance at the captured three.

He immediately calls Martin over to ask him about it, and after learning all the news the staff sergeant can offer, he sends the closest soldier available to get one of the Captains before squatting down in front of her.

"So you say you're British?"

(y/n) slowly raises her glance at the young man before moving her head in a small, weak nod. "Agent," she mumbles the word almost inaudibly before pausing for a couple long seconds, then adds one more thing. "SOE." And then her eyelids start closing. She's too tired to stay awake. Sleep is a too tempting idea for her to fight it in such a state. Jones calls for Roe, afraid that she might die right there before him - before they get to know any reportable information about her -, but the arriving medic reassures him that she's just on the way to fall asleep.

Speirs comes rushing in soon, casting a swift glance at the broken-looking group of boys as he moves to the back, only coming to a stop when he's directly next to Doc and Jones. They tell him all the - very little - news they're able to and he orders Webster to bring her to the company CP, saying that they'll keep her under watch and that when she eventually wakes up, someone's gonna interrogate her.

As Web's carefully moving with her in his arms to the other building, his ears catch an almost inaudible mutter coming from the girl and he instinctively leans in closer to be able to hear something maybe useful.

"Ich weiß nichts davon- (I don't know anything about it)" her voice cracks and her arm that's not pressed into the man's body jerks violently as she's fighting the obvious nightmare, her head whipping around. "Ich heiße Lotte! (My name's Lotte)"

Webster doesn't know what to do as she shakes unstoppably - should he wake her or not? With his grip tightening around her body to keep her from falling, he tries mumbling a few reassuring words close to her ear in hopes that it would help - and it seemingly does as her twitching around kinda lightens. Arriving to the CP, he lays her on the now free couch - with Lipton finally agreeing with Speirs' words to go to the back and rest in a real bed -, and after moving the blanket gently on her, Web moves back to the other side of the room to sit down there, keeping an eye on her as he was told.

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The next morning (y/n) wakes up to the voices of several men quietly speaking around her, and for a few seconds the same edginess fills her body as the one she's been almost constantly feeling in the past weeks, but then her mind finally catches up with her ear and processes the words that are spoken in English - not the German she's used to.

She slowly opens her eyes, squinting at the sudden light even in the dim room and trying to remember where she is and how she got there. Just as faint memories of a grenade explosion, shouting American soldiers and being carried in the arms of someone with gunshots slamming into the ground all around enter her mind, one of the men notices her wakefulness and signals to the others to let them know as well.

(y/n) watches one of them rush out of the room while the rest of the group stays where they've been, on the other side of the room, in a loose circle. With her hands finding support on the sofa next to her body, she pushes herself up into a sitting position, her eyes never leaving the men in case they reacted to her movements. But they don't, all of them stay as still as statues right until someone enters through the doorway - and with a glance his way, she can wordlessly confirm to herself it's not the same one that has just left. The men seem to stiffen and stand straighter before the newly arrived one signals them away and except for one of them they tardily leave the room.

The officer - that one's obvious after a second glance at his uniform and seeing the way he communicates with the others - pulls a chair to the middle of the room and sits down on it facing her, while the other - who's face she finds faintly familiar but has no idea as to where from - stays in the back, leaning against the wall.

"I'm Captain Speirs," the officer says and her eyes focus back on him. "101st Airborne Division of the US Army."

He waits for her to answer, but she stays silent, waiting to hear what else he has to say - but it's hard to start this kind of interrogation for him, not knowing what to do with the woman claiming to be British who was captured by the Germans.

"Your name's Lotte?" First it seems like a statement, but the end of the sentence comes out more like a question and (y/n) raises an eyebrow in surprised confusion. How does he know about that?

"Lotte?" She asks back.

Speirs glances back towards Webster for a moment who simply shrugs, then turns his hazel eyes back to her. "You said that yourself in your sleep."

Ah, damn. This will get her in serious trouble one day - speaking in her sleep, chattering around.

"That's my code name," she nods, only hoping that she won't reveal too much with this information. "As an agent."

"Who do you work for?"

"That I can't tell you, I'm sorry."

Ron raises an eyebrow as a response and (y/n) lets out a sigh. "Look, I really can't say more, the most I can is that I work for the United Kingdom. For the Allies."

"You're British?"

"I am. Born in England."

Ron watches her tilt her head to the side as she speaks the sentence with a curious glint in her eyes. All thoughts that it might be a trap start to fade away the more he hears her obvious accent - that can't be learned if she was actually a German and only pretending to be English. Still, all the secrecy surrounding her, keeping her in a metaphorical fog from his eyes doesn't let the slight doubt disappear as well. When he doesn't say a word for more than a minute, another sigh escapes her lungs and she turns in her seat so her feet hangs off from the side of the couch and her upper body is supporting itself against the back-rest.

"My name's (y/n) (y/l/n), I volunteered to join the organisation in 1943 and had jumped into Germany in March 1944. Got captured by a group of German soldiers this January."

"What were you doing here?"

She turns her eyes to the ground, two parts of her mind fighting each other. One says she should answer honestly - these are American soldiers, allies, for Christ's sake, and she's already said a lot of things - and one says she should divert the question because what she's doing is a secret, one that she's swore to keep even if it cost her her life. Barely any people outside the organisation know about its existence.

"Well, since you won't answer, I'm gonna have to guess. Since you're a secret agent who's working for the British government, I'd say you were doing espionage and sabotage actions."

Oh my, she's said too much, everything about her has become obvious... She must be more exhausted than she thought.

Speirs stands up, and raising a hand pushes his fingers in his hair, deep in his thoughts. Though before anyone could say or do anything else, Babe Heffron enters the room and tells his superior how Captain Winters has asked to speak with him. Ron signals at Webster to stay where he is and walks out through the doorway.

"The Germans talked," Nixon announces as soon as Speirs enters Winters' make-shift office in another part of the same building. "They say the girl's a British spy."

"She won't say much, but that's what I figured as well," Ron nods.

"We're trying to get in contact with her superior, whoever it might be," Winters joins the conversation as he's systemizing the papers on the desk with his just finished reports.

"She's a part of a secret organisation, sir, so it won't be easy, I guess."

"Maybe we should let her use our radio to do it herself," Nix suggests with a shrug.

And that's how a couple hours later - during which Doc Roe finally got a chance to attend to her bruises and wounds, and dictate some hot food into her - she finds herself sitting in a different room, feeling much better already as her fingers carefully try to get connection with the HQ of the Special Operations Executive under the watchful eyes of a few American soldiers.

In the end (y/n)'s ordered to stay with the company that has found her until she got better, wounds healed and strength back to normal before getting further orders. They have to check first anyway if it's safe enough for her to go back to her previous position or if the Germans know too much about her already.

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The next day Easy's pulled back to Mourmelon and she travels in the jeep with the captains - Winters, Nixon and Speirs. Since they've already heard the full conversation she had with HQ and so they know about the SOE, she's more willing to answer their questions about what she was doing in Germany, how she got there, what training she got beforehand, et cetera.

The more he learns about the young woman, the more amused Ron feels. He can't shake the thought that he's never met a more badass woman than the girl sitting next to him. All his life, when he thought about the female part of the population, he knew that if he ever got himself a girl, it should be someone strong, daring and fearless. And it wasn't easy to find someone like that - until suddenly this British spy appeared in his life.

After arriving, the soldiers get a proper meal first, then everyone's dismissed to rest anyhow they choose to. (y/n) goes back to the room they've assigned for her, still feeling the past weeks' exhaustion creeping up on her and after changing into the American uniform Captain Winters got for her - so she doesn't have to walk around in her torn, dirty clothes anymore - she falls asleep on the inviting, soft mattress. When she wakes up drenched in sweat and panting hard, it's sometime in the middle of the night already, everything's quiet around her and only the light of the moon comes in from the darkness through the window.

She stands up, stretching her muscles and trying to calm her shaking body before slipping on her boots again and putting on the probably unused - almost still crispy - jacket before silently moving out of the room. The cold, February night air fills her lungs and cools her warm and sweaty skin under a short second immediately after she exits the building. Slowly starting to walk next to the wall, she lets herself drown in her thoughts again.

"You runnin' away?" A voice asks from the dark after she mindlessly turns in a corner, making her jump and press her palms against her chest, her eyes wide and heartbeat going so fast as if she's just run a marathon.

As she tries to catch her breath, her glance lands on a burning end of a cigarette and moving a bit further up, she meets Ron Speirs' lightly amused, sparkling eyes.

"You scared the shit out of me," she admits, still panting. He says nothing, just continues watching her - a half minute later she gives in, rolling her eyes and answering his previous question. "I'm not running away, just wanted to get some fresh air. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"Can't sleep," he shrugs.

"Nightmares?" (y/n) turns around to lean with her back against the wall right next to him.

"Maybe."

Glancing curiously at him, she waits for a while for him to say something else, but eventually figures that it's all she's gonna get from the man - he's seemingly not one to speak a lot and admit his true thoughts and emotions.

"You're not the only one," she mumbles, turning her gaze down to the ground under her feet as she mindlessly kicks away at random rocks scattered around.

He still doesn't say a word, and (y/n) starts to feel like she's annoying him, that her company is unwanted here but just as she places her palms flat against the wall to push herself away from it, a hand holding a pack of cigarettes appears in front of her eyes. With a swift, hesitant glance towards the man she slowly reaches up to take one and as she places it in-between her lips, Speirs raises his other hand, lighting the smoke for her.

At the sudden flash of light, he gets a better look at her, and his eyes swiftly move up and down her body, taking in the nearly literally breathtaking sight of the girl wearing a uniform, one that's almost like his. Even as the flame dies out from the lighter, the image is right there in front of his eyes - as if it's painted on the insides of his eyelids.

They smoke in silence for a while, both deep in their thoughts - his mainly consisting of how most men find women in fancy dresses and skirts, wearing high heels and make-up the most beautiful sight on Earth, and how seemingly he's just the opposite of that. A woman in uniform, not dolled up at all, radiating such strength and courageous confidence from her whole body that it feels like it's gonna consume him - that's what makes his mind spin and maybe even his heart skip a beat.

"Where are you from?" (y/n) asks a few minutes later, exhaling the smoke from her lungs.

"Brighton, Massachusetts," comes his answer right away. "But I was born in Edinburgh."

"You were?" She asks back in surprise.

Ron nods, taking another drag of his cigarette. "My family moved to the US when I was four."

The girl hums, falling silent for a few seconds as she contemplates his words. "Is it nice? In Brighton," she adds to clarify any uncertainty about her question.

He takes a breath, thinking over his answer before actually opening his lips and speaking up. It becomes the longest sentence (y/n) has heard from him - and it feels like she's finally able to see a little more through the wall around his heart and soul. By the time they finish their second cigarette, she knows about how he got to the 101st, what training they partook back in the States, and where they've been around Europe, what they've done before getting to Haguenau and - unintentionally - rescuing her.

And even though she feels like she'd gladly listen to him talk for hours, days, if she had a chance, a yawn takes over her features and she feels a sudden surge of sleepiness move through her bones and veins.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I think it's time for me to call it a night. Maybe you should try to get some sleep as well, you deserve to rest properly," she flashes a small smile his way that warms his chest even in the cold winter air.

Stomping out her cigarette on the ground, she raises her eyes once more - only to find him already watching her. "Good night," she nods with the warm look in her glance still apparent, then turns around and makes her way back to her room.

Speirs is left alone with the goosebumps on his skin - ones caused by the way she said his rank - and he stays there for a couple more minutes, thinking about their conversation, about the girl. Then he moves back to his room as well, following her advice - and eventually getting the best sleep he's had in a long, long time. No nightmares, no waking up after seeing his men die over and over again, no trouble falling back asleep with stains of blood and dead bodies appearing in front of his inner eyes. He just sleeps. Peaceful, as he did as a child, with the only dream that appears being one about a woman. Her.

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The next night when (y/n) wakes up from her sleep, she almost instinctively puts the rest of her uniform back on, not thinking just walking towards the same place she found the young man the previous night. She doesn't even know why, but disappointment sweeps in her body when her eyes take in nothing but his absence. Nobody's there, just her.

"Want a smoke?" The familiar voice of Speirs enters her ears only a few seconds later, making her jump yet again.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he watches her spin around, panting just as much as she did the last night. "Would you stop scaring me every goddamn time? You're gonna be the death of me," (y/n) scolds him with a frown playing on her eyebrows, but he can see the playful glint in her eyes that lets him know that she doesn't mind it that much - that she's just glad to see him again.

"Sorry," he says with his lips curving into a smirk that says the complete opposite. As a peace offering he holds his pack of cigarettes out for her, similarly to the first time just about 24 hours ago, and then lighting it for her.

Conversation starts easier this time, even Ron's more willing to speak his mind, sharing his thoughts, asking questions. Time seems to fly as in no more than a blink of an eye (y/n)'s already stomping out her third cigarette. He hesitantly offers her one more, trying to convince the small voice inside his head that he's not doing it to keep her around for some more time. She shakes her head, but doesn't make a move to leave, just keeps on leaning against the cold wall, opening her lips to ask him yet another question.

Only a little while later, when a shiver moves up her body, leaving her shaking and teeth clinking, is when they suddenly realise how cold it actually is to just motionlessly stand outside, and this time Speirs is the one to offer to call it a night.

From that night, it becomes an everyday thing - or more like everynight in their case - for the two of them, no matter how tired they might be the next day when they talked throughout almost the whole night - until the sky started lightening, signalling the closeness of dawn. They stand there, in each other's company, smoking and sharing stories about their lives, getting to know the other more and more.

It becomes the part of his days Ron looks forward the most - sometimes he doesn't even try to get some sleep, just sits on his bed thinking until their unspoken time of meeting comes. She's always joking around, leaving sarcastic comments whenever she has a chance - leaving him amused by how optimistic she can be from time to time even in such terrible times, after all the things she's gone through.

Her quietly ringing giggle and her full-on, bubbling laughter soon become his favourite sounds he's ever heard in his life and he finds himself trying to make jokes himself, coming up with all kinds of funny stories he can just to be the reason she lets out those angelic sounds.

During the days, (y/n) spends her time with Easy company, joining them in whatever it is they're doing, making friends with the men - just enjoying themselves. One time she's just moving between buildings with Joe Liebgott, Babe Heffron and Chuck Grant when Speirs comes walking from the opposite direction, with about four or five packs of cigarettes in his hands.

"Will you leave some for me too, Captain?" (y/n) calls out to him with a mischievous grin and Ron has to bite back the smirk that's threatening to appear on his lips - both from the playfulness of her sentence and the fact that she called him that again.

The three soldiers next to her turn to look at (y/n) as if she's gone crazy, but then they only get even more shocked when their superior answers - especially when hearing and seeing the unusual merriness radiating from him.

"Sure thing, miss."

The girl bites her bottom lip to keep in the giggle, not turning her eyes from his until they pass each other, her cheeks turning slightly pink in the process.

"What the hell was that?" Liebgott inquires with a frown.

"I asked for some cigarettes," she shrugs nonchalantly.

In the next half an hour, the three paratroopers take it upon themselves to fill her in with all the rumours going around the men about the company commander.

That night when she arrives to their usual spot, he's already there. As soon as her eyes fall on him, her lips curve into a suggestive smirk. "It seems like I'm not the only one you like scaring the hell out of," she announces, drawing his attention to her.

Ron raises an eyebrow in question, and she explains in a couple words what she's heard from her friends in Easy that afternoon. He can't help but grin as his shoulders move in a shrug as the routine-like action of him offering a smoke and lighting it for her takes place - it's become such a habit that they don't need any words or thoughts to do it, their hands moving in instinct.

"If only they knew how not scary you are when someone takes the time to get to know you," she sighs.

"Someone as in you?" The corners of Speirs' lips turn upwards into a sly smirk. "You're trying to get to know me?"

"Hey, I didn't spend the past many nights suffering to get information out of you for no reason," she jokes, a small giggle leaving her lips.

"If it's so bad you describe it as suffering, why do you come back out here every night?"

(y/n)'s cheeks burn and she blesses the darkness for hiding it as he now openly teases her. "I guess I like the company too much to give it up," she speaks quietly.

Ron's heart feels like bursting with happiness to hear that sentence - something he never thought possible before.

"Anyway, I might enjoy them being scared of me," he shrugs again, seamlessly diverting the subject as he doesn't know what to say to her confession - he can't just say that he feels the same way, now can he? Even if he does.

The girl raises an eyebrow with an amused sparkle in her eyes, forgetting about the seriousness of the previous moment herself, more than willing to let him change the subject in her slight embarrassment.

"You do?"

Seeing his nonchalant nod she can't help but laugh loudly and sharply and his free hand swiftly comes up to cover her lips and muffle the sound before someone in the surrounding buildings wakes up. For a couple seconds they stay like this, until (y/n)'s laughter dies off, first into small giggles, then into a content silence. Even then, his fingers don't leave her skin, and the more moments pass, the more aware she becomes of his touch.

It feels like her skin is tingling wherever she feels him gently pressing against and the remainder of her cigarette imperceptibly falls to the concrete that's beneath their feet. Ron can't help but wonder about how hers are the softest cheeks, the softest lips - the softest things his fingers have ever touched. (y/n) slowly, very slowly raises her eyes until the (y/e/c) orbs connect with his hazel ones and she gets lost in the intensity of his gaze.

Hesitantly he starts lowering his hand, letting it fall from her face, back to his side - but he doesn't move further, stays right there, close enough to hear and feel her small breaths as they move the air between them. Time seems to stop between them as they stand captured in each other's eyes.

"Ron," she whispers and his eyes flutter shut, heart skipping a beat. He doesn't even know how she knows his first name, but she has never said it before and now hearing it he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again. By the way his breath hitches, for a moment (y/n) fears she said something she shouldn't have, but then his eyes open again and she's taken aback by the emotions flowing in his sparkling orbs - so the fact she called him by his name was anything but bad.

Heartening up from his reaction she carefully reaches out with her fingers until they touch his, pausing for a moment to give him a chance to pull away. When he doesn't move a single muscle in his body, just keeps on watching her, she moves once more, snaking her hands in his and intertwining her fingers with his. For a second or two that seems like long hours for the two of them they stay like that, then out of nowhere Speirs lunges forward and hungrily presses his lips against hers.

She grips into his hands tighter before not much later they slip out of her hold, only to move up to cup her cheek and the back of her neck. He tilts her head further back to have a better angle - to be able to kiss her deeper, and she sighs into his mouth contently, her own arms moving up his back, clinging into his body.

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For the remainder of Easy's time in Mourmelon, off the line, the captain and the secret agent don't spend another night talking outside in the cold February night, smoking. Instead, they do the very same thing inside, in his room - lying in his bed, in each other's embrace, sharing passionate kisses every once in a while. Sometimes to kiss the pain of the past or the uncertainty of the future away, sometimes only because they can't help the overflowing emotions in their hearts and minds - the only thing that seems to matter anymore is to feel each other.

.::the end::.

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