#meanwhile skinny’s back there like #ooooh ahhhhh look at dem trees #those some nice trees #i’d like to climb such a tree #i wonder how fast it’ll take me to roll down hill #do you think anyone would notice if i got a nose ring? #i think i’m gonna try mr pibb #they say it’s not the same as dr pepper but i’ll be the judge of that #god i’m hungry #i wonder if they’ll be game to gettin some tacos when we leave #they totally got tacos in austria right? #of course #everyone loves tacos
three miles up, three miles down! currahee!
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.”