Corporal Forrest Guth, Staff Sergeant Floyd Talbert and an unidentified paratrooper of the 377th Parachute Field Artillery Battalion accept the wine and gratitude of war-weary French civilians near the small village of Ravenouville on D-Day morning
Request: Hi again! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Farrier doesn’t get captured, but instead lands somewhere else in France and meets the reader? The reader only speaks a little English and farrier only speaks a little french but she tries to help him get back to the beach so he can go home and ends up falling for him along the way. Sorry that’s quite long, feel free to change up the little details if you’d like! Thank you so much!!
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to write this, it was a little challenging. Hope it’s ok :) xo
He had meant to take his spitfire down over the beaches of Dunkirk. But when he spotted another Luftwaffe flying overhead, he couldn’t just leave his soldiers like sitting ducks.
So he had used the last of his fuel to shoot the plane down, his control giving out as a result of it.
Now he found himself surrounded by fleeing french civilians, having gone down just inside of the french barricade.
He wasn’t sure where he had landed, but he knew that he needed to get to the beach soon. From what he saw, the evacuation was almost over.
Farrier moved from civilian to civilian, attempting to find out how to get to the beaches. Some people just pushed past him, and others just watched him in confusion before shaking their heads.
He was beginning to lose hope of ever getting home, when a kind french woman noticed his struggle and came to his aid.
“Beach?” You spoke, catching the man’s attention. His first thought was that you were absolutely stunning, your (eye color) eyes staring up at him with concern. But then he shook himself out of it, knowing he needed to get to the beach.
“Do you speak English?” He asked you, eyes watching you intently. When he saw you watching him in confusion, he sighed. “I guess not.”
“Y/N.” You told him, pointing a finger to your chest. He watched you blankly for a moment, before realization dawned on his face.
“Je suis Farrier.” He replied, causing you to smile.
“Tu parle français?” You asked, to which he responded with a shake of his head. His french was the bare minimum, only knowing some to communicate with other pilots.
“I need to get to the beach.” He told you, eyes staying locked with yours. He then pointed to himself, and made the gesture for walking and said beach again.
“Beach that way.” You replied, pointing in the direction of the beach.
“Can you take me? Um, aller avec moi?” He attempted in broken french. You got the idea though, instantly agreeing.
“Oui. Par ici s'il-vous-plait.” You told him, grabbing his hand in yours and leading the way. It was going to take a few hours by foot, but you didn’t mind.
You had seen his plane crash, and you had been implored to help him. You never were one to leave someone in need.
The two of you made your way through the remnants of the towns, gunfire and bombs having tore the homes apart. You held on to his hand the whole time, the two of you communicating as best you could.
Occasionally you taught each other words in your languages, trying to break down the barrier.
He seemed like a really sweet guy, shielding your body with his when the occasional German plane flew over head. He also constantly had you laughing, something he loved because your laugh was beautiful.
You were both falling for each other, which kind of scared you. In the midst of this war, relationships didn’t seem to stand a chance. Neither of you wanted to become attached.
By the time you finally made it to the beach, he didn’t seem to want to leave.
“Come with me.” He spoke, looking at you with pleading eyes. There was something keeping him from leaving you. He didn’t understand it at all, but he knew he couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t watch you walk away.
“Quelle?” You asked, looking confused. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, thinking of how to explain.
First he pointed to himself, then he pointed to you. When he saw you understand that, he did the motions again and pointed to the boats.
“La Grande-Bretagne? Avec toi?” You asked, realization coming to your face. When he nodded, you shook your head sadly. “Family.” You tried to explain. You had to find your family, you couldn’t leave them.
“Find them first, then find me.” He said, pointing back towards France, and then pointing to the sea.
“Family to La Grande-Bretagne?” You asked, and he nodded. “How find you?”
“British Royal Air Force. Comprende? Ask for me. Demande pour Farrier.”
“Ok.” You agreed, causing Farrier to smile widely. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead.
“Good luck, soldier.” You told him, pulling away and kissing his cheeks.
“Au revoir, Y/N.” He responded, giving you one last smile before turning and walking towards the boats.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see you again, but he had hope that you’d find him. He had hope that some good could come from this war.
Now, see here. As @chasing–the–universe can attest, I’m not a particular fan of Remembrance Day, largely because I have no connection to it. It’s just not my holiday, sorry.
Fuck this sentiment. And fuck the people who echo it.
So, Remembrance Day rolls around, and there’s new research that sheds light into the lives of 2.5 million vets and workers for the Allies in WW1
Researchers have spent the past six years delving into military, diplomatic and private archives, including diaries and letters, across 19 countries, accessing more than 850,000 documents in French, English, Farsi, Urdu, Russian, German and Arabic, as well as hundreds of images. They estimate that 2.5 million Muslims contributed to the allied cause either as soldiers or labourers, the first time such a figure has been established.
That was inspired by the grandson of a vet who was reading his grandfather’s journal
The foundation was founded by a Belgian, Luc Ferrier, 53, after he came across his great-grandfather’s first world war diaries in his attic in which he wrote extensively about the “Mohammedans” he encountered in the trenches. Gripped by fascination, Ferrier delved into the history books to learn more, but found that there was little information available.
He did it on his own, as a labor of love and passion for 6 years, becoming a historical researcher
He began conducting his own research, initially through Belgian and French war records, and realised there was a bigger story to tell. In fact, he became so engrossed by it that he gave up his job in the aeronautical industry to establish the foundation in 2012 and devote his life to documenting the role of all Muslims involved in the war.
Revealing numerous instances of peaceful and dignified Muslim soldiers and religious leaders, and how the religion can be used to promote human decency and proper treatment of POWs
Documents uncovered have shown instances of imams, priests and rabbis learning each other’s burial ceremonies and prayers to lay the dead to rest on the battlefront. There are reports of Muslim soldiers sharing food with hungry civilians, while French, Belgian and Canadian officers expressed surprise at their humane treatment of German prisoners of war. When asked to explain their conduct, the soldiers quoted the Quran and the teachings of Muhammad on how enemy combatants should be dealt with.
And the organization this non-Muslim man founded just started and is teaching people about the diversity and demographics that worked together on the Allied side of WW1
The battlefield tours, entitled The Muslim Experience in World War One, are organised in partnership with Anglia Tours, a company that specialises in battlefield visits for British schoolchildren.
In addition to visiting the trenches, memorials and graves, and hearing the human stories behind them, the tour also includes a visit to the El Badr mosque in Amiens for a presentation on the foundation’s research, followed by a traditional north-African meal. Non-Muslim visitors are also encouraged to witness evening prayers.
And people think that honoring the soldiers of WW1, on Remembrance Day, is pushing an agenda.
It’s not even the only article in the Guardian about Remembrance Day.
But no. One article, out of about a dozen in all, discussing new research on 2.5 million WW1 vets, is just not responsible or respectful to discuss On Remembrance Day.
This is the part where people should feel an innate sense of self-revulsion. And i get it, @pennsylvanian-patriot is an admitted white nationalist and @higher-order has an incredibly strict right-wing Christian thing going on and hates the Jesuits (of all the sects, which is hilarious), but I’m kinda thinking at least @friendly-neighborhood-patriarch and @switch-up-snowfox might’ve known better.
BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA. Sarajevo. November 21, 1994. The 1992-95 Bosnian war was the first conflict that Anja Niedringhaus covered. Here, a French UN soldier and a woman give first aid to a Bosnian soldier shot by a bullet on the so-called Sniper Avenue.
This type of edged weapon, called a hunting sword, was often carried by hunters and soldiers in the 1700s. James Monroe carried this sword while serving in the Third Virginia Infantry.
This musket was used by Monroe during the Revolutionary War. It is composed of elements from several different versions of French military and civilian muskets, encompassing years of manufacture from 1717 to 1777. The features of the musket indicate considerable alteration, it is uncertain whether this occurred during the Revolutionary War or at another time. The initials “JM” and “1776” are carved into the stock.
I was questioning whether or not to do this, but on the advice of @byzantinefox and @bantarleton, I’ve decided to make a post addressing the events portrayed in the film. I’m not a film critic or scholar (my wondertrev buddy @twoquickdeaths could probably say more about those aspects of it than I could), but I am a history major with a great interest in the First World War. Hence, I will be addressing the events of the film, their historical context, and the way they are portrayed. WARNING: Spoilers below!
August 28 1917, Muncelu–The German and Austrian offensives against Romania, though they had achieved some initial successes, resulted in unexpectedly high casualties for the Central Powers and did not come close to achieving a great breakthrough that would knock Romania out of the war, as hoped. On August 19, a Romanian counterattack in some places even pushed beyond their original starting positions, though, worried about overextending themselves, they soon stopped.
Mackensen, however, was eager to keep up the offensive, pleading for additional reinforcements. Even if troops were not forthcoming, further attacks were necessary “in order not to give Romanian authorities the idea that their local successes…had influenced German operations.” Ludendorff rejected this idea, and on the 24th even informed Mackensen that the elite mountain units in the area would soon be transferred to the Italian front to stabilize the situation there. Romania was not to be conquered this year.
Given this news, Mackensen limited himself to an attack on Muncelu, though German artillery conducted an extensive barrage all along the front with their large shell stockpiles. The Alpine Corps took the town after a fierce battle on the morning of August 28: “house by house, courtyard by courtyard had to be stormed in tough combat.” Afterwards, a precipitate Russian retreat opened a large gap in the lines that the Germans were able to exploit, advancing nearly three miles in some places. However, Romanian reserves soon arrived, and counterattacks over the next few days stabilized the front, though Muncelu remained in German hands.
The Romanians successfully kept their position largely intact throughout the German offensives in August, despite occasionally unreliable support from the Russians. The Central Powers would not launch another offensive against Romania; while they would ultimately be knocked out of the war, it was due only to political circumstances beyond their control.
CENTRAL AFRICAN REPUBLIC. August 2014. [Part 2 & End]
(1) A French Foreign Legion soldier during a patrol between Bambari and Bria on Aug. 23.
French Foreign Legion soldiers are searching for armed people who fired on their positions on Aug. 26.
French Foreign Legion soldiers on a patrol.
A French Foreign Legion Captain is trying to keep the Christian population calm after an altercation with Muslims on Aug. 17.
A French Foreign Legion soldier is firing at an enemy position.
An exhausted French Foreign Legion soldier is taking rest after a patrol on Aug. 19.
With his photographs, Elias isn’t claiming to explain what happened in the Central African Republic. “It’s really about the way 20 men live in a section of the French Foreign Legion. It’s intemporal. I wasn’t interested in the fights, the war. I was interested in their private lives — in the times in-between.”
Elias has continued to follow these men, spending Christmas with them. In August, he will visit them again at their base in Nimes, France. “Again, I will be looking for photographs that show their lives; I’ll be looking for the human side.“
Germans Begin General Withdrawal to Hindenburg Line
French troops greeting French civilians left behind by the Germans in Noyon, within a half hour of its liberation on March 18. The French flag flying was likely kept in hiding for over two years of German occupation.
March 16 1917, Noyon–Since early February, the Germans had been preparing to shorten and strengthen their lines by willingly evacuating a large salient between Arras and the Aisne, surrounding but far larger than the ground lost on the Somme last year. They had made sure that the Allies would not be gaining any ground of much use, however, destroying all the infrastructure and buildings they could find, damming rivers, leaving booby traps and fouling wells. Anyone who could be useful for the war economy was taken further behind German lines, leaving the French with children, the elderly as additional mouths to feed.
Many Allied commanders had realized the Germans were planning a retreat by early March, and it had become increasingly obvious in the past few days. Even Nivelle had realized what was going on by the 15th. The Germans abandoned the front lines in the wee hours of the 16th, leaving the French to face empty trenches. The Allies soon followed, but could not maintain the same pace over ground that had been wrecked by years of fighting and deliberate German scorched-earth policies. Nevertheless, the few soldiers still left who had fought in the first months of the war, it felt like August or September of 1914 again; no longer stuck in trenches, they were moving over open country. Cavalry commanders were excited at the prospect of chasing down the retreating Germans, though a lack of forage and water ultimately prevented the cavalry from being effective.
Nivelle had refused to believe that the Germans would give up this ground; Noyon lay only 40 miles from Paris. The politician George Clemenceau would exhort the readers of his paper: “Monsieurs, les Allemands sont toujours en Noyon.” (Monsieurs, the Germans are still in Noyon.) When Noyon fell two days later, Nivelle supposedly cabled Clemenceau, telling him “Monsieur, les Allemands ne sont plus en Noyon.” (Monsieur, the Germans are no longer in Noyon.)
FRANCE. Lyon. June 7, 2016. Anti-terror police officers and volunteer “victims” take part in an anti-terrorism exercise at the UEFA EURO 2016 fan zone in Place Bellecour. The UEFA EURO 2016 soccer championship will run from June 10 to July 10, 2016, in France.
In 1916 German workers were putting in fourteen-hour days and, according to official German counting, 121,114 Germans had starved to death, up from 88,232 in 1915 – deaths the Germans attributed to the British blockade.
But it was also the result of a decline in Germany’s farm production because men and horses had been taken from farms for the war effort. During 1916, food riots had occurred in approximately thirty German cities. And premature frosts came that killed the potato harvest.
The winter of 16/17 would be known as the Turnip Winter. And short of coal like the French, German civilians were shivering in their homes.
Cartoon from the Western Mail - 29 December 1916
[National Library of Australia]