zim zam, goddamn, we’re airborne infantry
I never want to treat another wounded man again.
The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function. Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends upon it.
Picspam of Bastogne.
band of brothers + light
“Looks like you guys are going to be surrounded.”
“We’re paratroopers, Lieutenant. We’re supposed to be surrounded.”