Japanese destroyer Kikuzuki in Tokyo Bay off the coast of Japan, on 1 September 2016. He died 4 may 1942.

American amphibious LVT-1 remaining forever in the jungle of the Solomon Islands, on 7 September 2016

The wreckage of a Japanese fighter A6M, Palau, 29 Aug 2016.

Japanese light tank Ha-Go. Northern Mariana Islands, 28 August, 2016.

M3 Stuart, shot down by Japanese 37mm anti-tank gun. Arundel island, Solomon Islands.

Japanese light tank Ha-Go. Northern Mariana Islands, 28 August, 2016.

Floating tank LVT(A)-1, which is lined on Peleliu. 2012.

The skeleton of the Japanese tank Ha-Go on the island of GUAM.

M4 Sherman destroyed in 1944 during the battle for Peleliu

anonymous asked:

42? :)

“stop being so cute.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Robert murmured, his voice low enough that only Aaron could hear. He pressed a kiss to Aaron’s forehead, giving his shoulder a quick before he walked over to Victoria, who had made herself at home in a patch of the late evening sun, curled up on the garden seat Robert had agonised over for weeks.

Aaron still thought it had been too expensive.

“Hey.” Robert greeted, moving Victoria’s legs so he could sit down, rolling his eyes slightly as his sister shoved her feet right onto his lap, smiling sweetly at him. “You okay?”

Victoria nodded. “My feet are just knackered, those heels are no joke.”

Robert laughed. “I don’t know why you even bothered wearing them.”

“It’s not every day your brother gets married!” Victoria slapped his arm half heartedly, her newly blonde hair glinting in the sunlight. It was early August, and Emmerdale was at it’s very best, the summer clinging to the rolling hills of Yorkshire.

It had always been his favourite time of year, those brief few weeks before the autumn began when the summer felt like it was going to be endless, long sunny days and fresh green grass making the village picturesque.

Robert glanced over to Aaron, his husband slouched in a chair, talking to Chas and Paddy with a bright grin on his face. He looked good, wearing a white shirt and blue trousers, his jacket long since discarded and his sleeves rolled up. 

“I can’t believe it’s happened.” Robert admitted, thinking back to the year they’d put down. More than a year, really, because it had been over a year since that first wedding they’d had.

“You deserve it. You deserve to be happy, the two of you.” Victoria said, giving her brother a reassuring smile. “You’re in a good place now. Right?”

Robert nodded. “Counselling saw to that.”

“Then let yourself be happy, Robert.” Victoria nudged. “I know you, stop overthinking all this. Aaron wouldn’t have married you again if he didn’t want this, so just, be happy.”

“I am, I am happy.” Robert was surprised at the tears that welled up in his eyes. “I don’t deserve him, Vic.”

“You do.” 

Robert looked at Aaron, who was sniggering at something Paddy had said. He looked so gorgeous, his beard trimmed and his hair gel free, a pair of Robert’s sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

They’d decided on a small family affair. The registry office in Hotten, and a garden party for their reception. Robert had spent hours making food with Victoria and Marlon, and somewhere along the way, Aaron and Liv had managed to turn their small garden into a fairylight filled, flowery wonderland.

Not Aaron’s taste at all, but it was his.

Aaron looked over at him, still smiling. “I love you.” he mouthed, his lips carefully making out the words.

“I love you too.”

“Stop being so cute.” Victoria teased. “Come on, dance with me. I never did get to dance with you at you and Aaron’s last wedding.”