Doris “Dorie” Miller
was born in Waco, Texas in 1919. He was unable to finish high school, but helped around the family farm until just before his 20th birthday. He then enlisted with the Navy as a Messman, one of the few positions open to African-Americans.
On December 7th, 1941, Miller was a Messman Third Class serving on the USS West Virginia. He was a ship’s cook, with minimal combat training and no gunnery training, as the military was still segregated and African-Americans were not trained on the heavy guns.
When the bombs began dropping on Pearl Harbor, Miller ran to the deck of the ship and began assisting moving the wounded, including the captain of the ship. He then jumped on one of the anti-aircraft guns on deck and proceeded to try to shoot the Japanese planes down until ordered to abandon ship, at which point he continued to help move wounded soldiers from the ship.
Miller was hailed as the “Number One Hero” for African-Americans and considered one of the first American heroes of WWII. He was awarded the Navy Cross and after a massive community campaign, went on a war bond tour.
Miller returned to service on the Liscome Bay, where he died when the ship was lost at the battle of Makin Island.
Bonus: Admiral Nimitz, a native of Fredericksburg, Texas and CINCPAC during WWII, pinning the Navy Cross on Dorie Miller.
The type VII U-boats had the 8,8cm gun. This weapon is not to be confused with the famous German Army 8,8 anti-tank / anti-aircraft gun which was probably the best weapon of the war, they did not even use the same ammunition. The 8,8cm gun fired a 12-14 kilogram round (9kg warhead), on board were usually 250 rounds. From June 1943 the Atlantic-boats left their bases without the deck gun. Only in the Mediterranean and the Northern Sea boats kept their guns for a few months longer. In July 1944 some of the VIIC boats from the 8th Flotilla in Königsberg got their guns back for the patrols in the Baltic Sea against the Russians. The 88mm naval deck gun was not capable of anti-aircraft fire since its maximum elevation was only 30 degrees.
I’ve seen some hc’s of Gavin joining the crew after he’s caught badly pickpocketing Geoff, but what if he wasn’t? What if Gavin was the thief who not only robbed the king of Los Santos and got away scott free, but was cocky enough to do it again and again. The first few times Geoff doesn’t even notice, thinks its bad luck, faulty memory, blames himself for the loss and moves on. So Gavin gets cheeky, takes bigger risks and pinches more and more expensive items, escalating until Geoff notices, then further still until the man is worked up into a rage about it.
When Geoff finally catches him (A moment Geoff swears up and down wasn’t orchestrated by Gavin, but even he has doubts) Gavin is decked out in Geoff’s missing rolex, his pricey cufflinks and obscenely expensive sunglasses, his tailored jacket and his goddamn favourite belt-buckle. He has Geoff’s phone, the keys to one hide-out and half-a-dozen stolen cars, a wallet full of cards and one very valuable custom-made beretta. But Geoff has him now, and he’s going to kill him. Except, well. Geoff wasn’t expecting a kid, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting said kid to treat his aggressive interrogation like a freaking job interview.
Say what you will about his methods, Gavin’s a bright guy and it didn’t take him long to work out where the real power lay in Los Santos. He had no intention of messing around with low level gangs in the hopes of gaining the right attention, of working his way up to the big leagues. No, he knows his talents, is confident in his ability to talk his way into a job once he gets an audience, and boy does he like to make an entrance.
Authors Notes: So, I was feeling pretty down about my writing the other day and I decided to release the swarm and it left a trail of angst and violence. …Prepare yourselves.
Notes/Warnings: Omg, so many… I’m sorry. Terror, angst, use of guns, needles, loss of senses, violence, rage, torture, blood (so much blood), death. If I’ve forgotten anything please let me know and I’ll add it.
May was groggy and sore. Her whole body hurt, especially her head. Her bed jumped and her skull banged against the metal that she was strapped to. She opened her eyes to see feet and shins around her, at least 4 sets. And guns. Rifles, decked to the nines with lasers and attachments that did only who knows what. The barrels were pointed down inches from her head and body, easy to get on target should their handlers need them to be.
May realized, at the next bump, that she wasn’t on a bed or even a table. She was on the floor of a van. Truck? Vehicle. There were no windows, no way to tell what time it was or to catch a glimpse of her surroundings. They were moving her, taking her somewhere else. Had she done something wrong? Where were they going? …How long had they been driving?
May moaned from hitting another bump, or maybe a pot hole, and a guard poked her with his gun and shouted something in German that sounded threatening. Of course, to May, all of German sounded like a threat. Still, she tried to keep quiet.
Wilson Arms Merchant Vessels and Authorizes Them to Fire on U-Boats
An American passenger vessel with dazzle paint and a deck gun, pictured in November 1917.
March 13 1917, Washington–Wilson was very disappointed by the failure of the Armed Ships Bill in the Senate to a last-minute filibuster. He was determined to go forward with the policy of armed neutrality regardless, as the best course to maintain peace with Germany. Having decided that Congressional approval was not strictly necessary, he implemented most of the provisions of the Armed Ships Bill by executive order.
Any American-flagged vessel which desired them could request a naval gun, which would be manned by trained officers and sailors of the US Navy. On March 13, these crews were authorized to fire upon any U-boats in range if deemed necessary. Given the German government’s announcement that U-boats would be attacking neutral shipping without warning, any U-boat in torpedo range could be deemed an immediate threat; the Americans would not have to wait for the Germans to fire first. The decision to fire would rest entirely upon the gun crews, absolving the civilian captains of any responsibility.
Wilson hoped that this measure would deter attacks on American ships and prevent loss of American life. This was becoming increasingly important; the cargo ship Algonquin had been torpedoed without warning in the approaches to the English Channel just the day before, although without loss of life. How effective this measure would be was unclear; it seems unlikely that it would do anything to prevent the sorts of attacks that sank the Algonquin. If there were an engagement on the surface between a German U-boat and a US Navy crew, would that be tantamount to war? What if the American crew were captured after such an engagement; many worried that they would be considered illegal combatants and would be executed like Captain Fryatt.
The crew began abandoning ship. Motor torpedo boats were joining the Japanese destroyers in raking the Houston’ s decks with machine-gun fire. Some of the Houston’ s gunners refused to leave their posts until their ammunition was exhausted and dealt punishing blows to the boats with their .50cal machine guns. It was a last gesture of defiance. Officers and crewmen streamed over the sides.
Walter Winslow shook hands one last time with Captain Rooks, then climbed down a ladder to the deck below –just in time to see a hit where he had been standing with the skipper. Rooks was hit by shrapnel in the head and upper torso. The captain staggered and fell, covered in blood, some 10ft away from Ensign Charles D. Smith. The ensign injected Albert Rooks with two tubes of morphine. “He died within a minute,” Smith would later write.
Sometime later, Captain Rooks’ cook, Ah Fong, who had come with the Houston from Shanghai, was seen cradling the skipper’s lifeless form in his arms. His voice trembling with emotion, the cook, known to the crew as “Buda,” repeated over and over again, “Captain die, Houston die, Buda die, too.”
also I like that this one explored more of how various groups in society participate in the purge
purge cosplayers, spoiled brats with fancy clothes and decked out guns like this is their sweet sixteen, white nationalists going all out with their stupid confederate flags and swastikas, people searching for victims via homemade, patriotic drones, europeans who come over to do the things only stupid americans allow, purge insurance policies, a literal “bring out your dead” truck, and so on and so forth
“The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up, 1838”
Oil on canvas
Located in the National Gallery London, England
HMS Temeraire was one of the last second-rate (18th century ships mounted with 90 to 98 guns on three gun decks) ships of the line (type of naval warship constructed from the 17th through to the mid-19th century) to have played a distinguished role in the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. The painting depicts the 98-gun ship HMS Temeraire, being towed by a paddle-wheel steam tug towards its final berth in Rotherhithe in south-east London in 1838 to be broken up for scrap.
In 2005 it was voted the nation’s favourite painting in a poll organised by BBC Radio 4’s Today programme.