hospital fields

I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.
— 

Marie Curie:

After graduating from school at 15, she continued her education in Poland by going to underground classes (as women were not allowed to go to university) while she saved to go to Paris. Once she got there, she completed postgraduate degrees in both physics and maths in just 3 years and began her research into radioactive compounds, discovering 2 elements (radium and polonium), which were later used in treating diseases such as cancer through radiotherapy (something she literally created during the first world war for field hospitals, whilst at the same time running a platoon of mobile x-ray machines also for use on the front line).

She also won 2 Nobel Prizes (the first person and only woman to do so - she was also the first woman to ever win and the only person to ever win 2 prizes in different sciences).

I’m going to go and do my homework.

Joey Ramone was rushed to the New York Hospital Burn Center and was treated for burns in 1977 after a vaporizer he used to open his vocal cords blew up in his face before The Ramones performed one evening. This incident inspired him to write “I Wanna Be Sedated”.  Photo by Danny Fields.

anonymous asked:

HI. Okay so I need some new drarry fics although I still have like 400 of them that I still haven't read. But right now I'm in the mood for some obliviate au or memory loss au and well I think this will be a bit of a challenge for you because I have already read a lot of those. But it would be really appreciated if you could help. 'Cause it's one of my favorites. THANK YOU...

Drarry + memory loss fic recs

Pretty Fond of Not Very Good Ideas by lq_traintracks (4.9k)
Harry Peterson, Orderer Extraordinaire, and his trusty sidekick, Ray. Or: Harry’s been hit with a memory charm, but it’s okay because he realises he’s bent for Draco Malfoy.
(I fucking LOVE this fic, it is HILARIOUS, I am still cackling over it. Harry is hysterical, he and Draco have amazing chemistry, and the writing is A+.)

• An Issue of Consequence by Faith Wood (20k)
Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.
(Placing it on this list kind of spoils it, sorry about that, but this fic is absolutely delightful regardless. I love the Drarry in it, they are so passionate together.)

• The Shape of the World by bixgirl1 (48k)
Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco’s life is finally getting back in order. Until, that is, he sees a familiar face that has been missing since that last awful morning of the war. When has knowing Potter done anything other than complicate his life?
(Agh, this one makes me cry! It’s very well-written and while it’s occasionally heartbreaking, Harry is super adorbs and I love their relationship in it.)

• Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by November Snowflake (66k)
When the long-missing Draco Malfoy turns up at a Ministry field hospital with amnesia, bitter Auror Harry Potter must confront the shadows of their shared past to shed light on a potentially deadly mystery.
(Slow-paced but somehow really intense and I couldn’t stop reading?? There’s angst, feels, unexpected revelations. Don’t forget to read the coda!)

• Of Fates Entwined: A Story of Love Lost and Found by taradiane (51k)
Harry Potter vanished without a trace from his home on a warm summer morning in June 2004. This is the story of how a random visit in a cafe on the other side of the world, six years later, proved that the ties which entwine our fates together can never be broken.
(I have mixed feelings about this one, but it’s a must on a memory loss list. The angsty feels! I really enjoy the angst in it, and it turns out oh-so-sweet.)

Colors by xErised (9.2k)
Tomorrow is the day when Draco will be released from Azkaban. Harry Potter has been desperately waiting. 
(Excuse me while I cry my eyes out. Okay, so the memory loss is a very small part, but I love this fic so much, it is a must-read for you angst addicts.)

anonymous asked:

Hello girls!!!! Last night I was thinking that Jamie was King of Men and Red Jamie in season two. Men feared him and respected him, saw him as a great soldier. What if one of these men from the army saw a sweet moment between Jamie and Claire? Seeing how caring and loving Big Bad Jamie actually was only with his wife? Please and thank you in advance for your amazing work!!!!! I admire all of you so much!

“Step lively, now! I thought English soldiers always loved marching!”

Corporal Alexander Lake bit back a retort and leaned heavily on the shoulder of Private Oliver Mason (his real name being unpronouncable, due to the odd fact that he was of all things a Lithuanian mercenary), hobbling as best he could to keep his weight off the broken ankle. Mason wasn’t in much better shape – with blood slowly darkening the scarlet of his lieutenant’s coat, and missing the top half of his right ear.

What a bloody farce this all was. All that planning – all that stupid confidence that they’d glorify the King by crushing this damned rebellion led by these filthy Scots. And now here they were, sliding through the mud as prisoners of war on their way to what Mac-whatever had said was their field hospital.

Field hospital? Did they even have hospitals here?

Mac-whatever heartily clapped a compatriot on the back as they rounded a corner toward a barn that had clearly been converted into some kind of military facility. Men sporting all kinds of wounds milled about the courtyard – clutching broken bones, blinking against pain, wandering in a daze, still in shock from the very quick and very bloody battle.

“All right, lads! Just go through that door right there – I’m sure the ladies would love to take care of ye!”

The Scot pointed a grubby finger in the direction of the barn door, where a weary, kerchiefed woman waited. The small, sad column of prisoners grimly filtered through the door.

Lake’s first impression was of surprise – for the field hospital was quiet, orderly, and organized. Run with military-like precision.

“The British! The British prisoners are here!” piped up a young, panicked woman as they entered.

With the crowd of men in front of him, Lake couldn’t tell who the woman was addressing – some kind of general, perhaps? But then Rhead – ever wanting to show his mettle as a leader – piped up:

“We mean you no harm, madam – but we do require your assistance.”

The fool sounded like he was begging. How dare he? How –

But the voice that responded – Christ almighty. An Englishwoman.

Leading a Scottish military hospital?

None of it made sense – had he been struck by a bullet or saber after all?

But before long he was laid flat out on a straw pallet – surprisingly clean – and the Englishwoman was lifting his eyelids and prodding his joints.

“Swelling looks normal for a break…any tenderness around the other joints? Were you struck by anything?”

Too dumbstruck to respond, Lake could only shake his head.

The Englishwoman – whoever she was – clearly knew her way around a wounded body. Sweat shone on her forehead. Blood – likely from a mixture of several people – had soaked a good six inches up the hem of her skirts. Still more blood spatters coated her arms, with one smear tantalizingly just above her bosom.

This woman was in charge – and absolutely breathtaking in her beauty.

“You’ll just have to lie here for a while – there are many other men more gravely wounded than you. Do you understand?”

Even if he didn’t, could he tell her no?

He must have nodded, for before long she was gone in a swirl of skirts, issuing commands to the dedicated women buzzing around the room.

It could have been hours or days that Lake lay there, contemplating. Watching more and more injured Scots trickle in – listening to the dispirited murmurs of conversation between the prisoners around him – admiring how one of the younger women never seemed to rest, despite her clear exhaustion.

But more than anything, wondering how She had made it here.

Clearly She wasn’t under duress – clearly She thrived in this environment. Perhaps She had wedded herself to the Scots’ ridiculous cause? Perhaps She had grown up in Scotland – but then where would She have gained such impressive medical experience? The Scots weren’t exactly known to let their women out of their hovels or castles.

She hadn’t been part of his army – he doubtless would have heard of her. She certainly had a tongue to match the most seasoned soldier – and wasn’t afraid to use it.

Christ, what a woman. Clearly respected by both the men and the women in the room. None of the men even attempted to touch her skirts, or look down her bodice – for fear, perhaps, but definitely for respect.

Dim memories from school flooded into his mind – Boudicea the warrior queen. Elizabeth Regina. Cleopatra, even – all fearsome women in their own right. All queens – just as this strange woman was.

The door crashed open – and Lake’s blood ran cold. For in strode Red Jamie – the man he’d seen cut down at least five of his comrades that morning. The man the generals talked about in their councils – about how smart and ruthless he was. How he’d charm you right into a trap. How he was so dangerous that he should be captured – if not shot – on sight. And here he was, filthy shirt stained with the blood of his brothers.

And here he was, striding toward Her. Holding Her. Framing her blood-smeared face in his blood-stained hands.

Kissing Her.

Bloody hands impossibly gentle.

Christ almighty. She was Red Jamie’s wife. The Stuart Witch.

Their reunion – lingering, tender – mesmerized him.

For such love to exist – to thrive – in such a place…

And then She stormed outside – and he turned to survey his wounded men.

Lake coughed - suddenly feeling very tired - and finally closed his eyes.

A brief analysis of Fire Emblem lords, by how likely they are to survive their first battle:

Marth: Dude is so unprepared he doesn’t even bring pants to his first battle. His flying girlfriend would save him but unfortunately she forgot to be in a game where Rescue exists. His best asset is a 70 year old dude. Marth wins like 1/10.

Alm: Kay so literally all I know about Alm is that he’s left handed and he starts out with his buddies in some village. Doesn’t even have like a knight guy or anything to save his ass, I think. Alm 2/10 ‘cause I have no idea who he’s fighting.

Celica: I think she has to fight people on a boat or something? idk I’d look it up but I don’t wanna spoil Echoes. 5/10

Sigurd: On the one hand he’s probably one of the strongest lords. On the other he’s one of the only lords to start out fighting a big ass professional army. A professional army with a badass enemy phase theme. Also he’s sheltered af. 2/10.

Seliph: lmao “Hey let’s fight a professional army and also cross through a desert-ish area with few provisions!” 0/10

Leif: Might actually live. He’s got Finn and Eyvel, two of the biggest badasses in Jugdral, and it’s a small scale skirmish in some village. 6/10

Roy: Literally the exact same scenario as Marth except no flying girlfriend and Roy remembered to bring pants. Our Boy 2/10

Lyn: She might be alone but she also has the most pathetic first enemies. 8/10

Eliwood: This time around Marcus is in his prime. He’s Eliwood’s only real help here, but he’s definitely a bigger help than most of these people have. 5/10

Hector: These idiots attack Hector in his castle while he’s got the help of his professional assassin/spy buddy. Hector’s got the upper hand. 7/10

Eirika: Attacked by the Grado army. The same Grado army that just overthrew her kingdom. She’s done for. 0/10

Ephraim: I mean… Doesn’t he technically lose in Chapter 5x? Valter lets him get away, yeah, but still. He loses. 0/10

Ike: He’s a mercenary with his mercenary buddies. Killing bandits is literally the job description. 8/10

Micaiah: Pugo uses the power of his stand, Furple Haze. Also Micky really likes to advertise that she is part of the Dawn Brigade that is being hunted down. Even if they survive this battle they will be dead within like an hour when the Begnion army catches up. 0/10

Chrom: Freddy bear is a nice asset. He’s not enough. If one soldier per town were enough Ylisse would literally never have a single bandit attack ever. 1/10. Which leaves us with a 9/10 chance the bandits kill Robin and accidentally save the world. Garrick is the true hero of Ylisse.

Conquest!Corrin: Ambushed in the woods. Dead before Silas shows up. 1/10

Birthright!Corrin: The Nohrian army is pretty constantly shown to have the upper hand against the Hoshidans, and they are ambushed at a field hospital. 2/10

Revelation!Corrin: lmao -10/10

6

My pride may have killed my best friend.

1x24 “Is There a Doctor in the House?” unlike the typical TJ Scott-directed episode, isn’t jam-packed with cool camera angles and stylish editing. In this ep he’s strategic about when to step back from the on-the-ground intensity of the field hospital and create a beautiful image. One of those beautiful images is the above, as Xena gets her first quiet moment with wounded Gabrielle. It’s a moment for regrets and reflections, and TJ composes it with all the gravity and grandeur of a religious painting. Note the symmetry of the three windows; their triangular shape echoes the triangle of Xena leaning over Gabrielle. Also interesting is the significant positioning of the three men behind Xena and Gabrielle: obsolete Galen watching uncomprehendingly from the deep background, Hippocrates too busy to look up as he ministers to the wounded per Xena’s wishes, and Marmax right at Xena’s shoulder, trying to console her.

SYRIA. Aleppo governorate. Aleppo. August 21, 2012. Wounded civilians in a field hospital after an air strike destroyed a bakery, killing 20 and injuring 80. Government forces loyal to President Bashar al-Assad had taken up sniping positions in buildings surrounding the FSA positions, confining rebel soldiers to certain areas of the city and rendering them subject to air and artillery strikes.

Photograph: Elias Edouard/Getty

#Outlander Rewind: The Making of Outlander: Sassenach, part 1

The first episode, “Sassenach,” is primarily meant to establish Claire in 1945, a British post– World War II combat nurse reconnecting with her husband, Frank, in Inverness, Scotland.

The first scene shot for the series is the opening sequence, which introduces Claire in gory combat surgery just minutes before the war comes to an end. The scene, which is not in the novel, was added to help ground the audience’s sense of Claire’s character. Director John Dahl, a lifelong friend of Terry Dresbach and a collaborator with Moore on Battlestar Galactica, was brought on to establish the look and tone of the series, so much of which is introduced in that scene. 

“Ron said he didn’t want it to be a period piece,” Dahl remembers. “He wanted it to be handheld and gritty. We got David Higgs to be the cinematographer, who is fantastic. He really understood lighting and was very attuned to what the show could look like. We started looking at period films and references, and David said everything should be desaturated.”

Filming at a dilapidated, roofless manor house, production designer Jon Gary Steele turned it into a field hospital. “With the camera,” Dahl explains, “we used a ninety-degree shutter that helped convey that gritty, desaturated look. We had tungsten bulbs, and I think we even figured out a way to get some smoke in the scene. We cast an actor who was an amputee, and then we put this plastic leg on him that was incredibly realistic-looking. We’re pumping blood and squirting it into Caitriona’s face and then pooling blood on the floor. Then there was that great moment where she walks out and she realizes the war is over. I remember shooting that close-up of her with the sorrow that was on her face. We shot at maybe seventy-two frames a second, and it slowed that moment down. She just so beautifully captured that bittersweet moment.”

- The Making of Outlander: The Series


“There was an amazing booklet that was British World War II issue that showed all of the bandaging that [nurses] would have done. Those were Claire’s base skills. I do have a strong stomach. The worst thing is how sticky the fake blood is.” 

—Caitriona Balfe on researching Claire’s skills

romancoin's Prompt - Part One: Walter.

Premise of the Prompt: Claire goes back in time with the help of old war friends to bust Jamie out of Ardsmuir.


1958, Boston


“Wait, what did you say his name was?” I caught the nurse’s arm as she was about to slide back the privacy curtain.


She glanced down at the clipboard and repeated, “Walter Holden. Know him?”


“You could say that.”


1944, France.


“…and Private Holden. Leg wound.” The head nurse finished the list of patients in the ward.


I bent and lifted the thin blanket away from his limb. The bandage was clean, having recently been redressed, and even. “He came in last night with the others?” I asked.


A battalion of American infantrymen had suffered considerable casualties after an attempt to reclaim important territory nearby. We were the closest aid station and, due to the critical condition of several of their men, we treated them.


He was young, barely eighteen by the looks of him, and seemed to be one of the lucky ones. While the cut was deep, the matron explained, it shouldn’t cause any permanent damage to his leg.

1958, Boston.


Parting the curtain, I found myself face to face with Private Walter Holden. The years had been good to him and he still had that boyish gleam in his eye.


“Been a long time, Captain Randall.” He grinned.


“It’s just Dr Randall now,” I smiled back. “What have you done this time?”


Walt had earned himself a reputation of being accident prone in the short time he had been at my field hospital. He once managed to tear open his wound while casually walking between his bunk and the mess tent. To this day, I still had no idea how he did it.


His deep laughter rang thru the room. He wasn’t in too great of pain, apparently.


“I cut myself again,” Walt held up his left hand, an impressive gash running song the side of his palm


I shook my head in mock disapproval as I took a closer look. It would need stitches, but, once again, the cut hadn’t damaged anything important.


Sending the nurse out for proper supplies, the two of us began to chat.


“I hope life’s been treating you well. How’s Frank?” He asked jovially.


My stomach clenched as I answered, “He was killed in a car accident, about two years ago now.”


Walt’s face fell. “I am so sorry, Claire. I didn’t mean to–”


“It’s alright.” I brushed his apology aside. “I haven’t seen you in over ten years, you’d have no way of knowing.”


The truth of the matter was that, while I did miss him in my own way, I no longer mourned for Frank. The last years of our marriage had been strained at best and I had now moved on with my life


The nurse returned, carrying everything i needed to stitch and bandage his hand.


I set about cleaning the wound, “What about you? Have you settled down?”


The charming smile was back in an instant.


“Do you remember Marie Kline? She was a nurse with you at the field hospital.” He asked.

Marie Kline… Oh yes!


Laughing, I responded. “I can’t say that I’m entirely surprised. The two of you were quite the item, nurse and patient. You stayed in touch, when you left?”


“Actually, we didn’t. Ran into each other at a bus stop about a year after I got back…” He trailed off as he watched me remove a small piece of debris from his hand. “Got married six months later, and here we are.”


“You live here in Boston, then?” I asked, giving the wound a final swab of disinfectant.


“Yep.” He flinched.


Hoping to distract him from the coming stitches, I inquired, “Any children?”


“Just one. Robert. He’ll be twelve next month.” His jaw clenched as the needle went in.


“My daughter Brianna is about the same age,” I smiled, trying to keep him at ease. “She just turned ten.”


Six stitches later, the wound was closed.


“The two of you should come over for dinner sometime.” He offered as I bandaged his hand. “Marie would love to see you, and I’m sure the kids will find something to do.”


“We would love to,” I smiled.

5

The grave/memorial of Clara Barton. She was an incredible figure in history, a woman very far ahead of her times. Originally a teacher, it was in 1861 that victims of the “Baltimore Riot” were transported to Washington DC, her home at the time. She decided to go to the railway station to help the victims as they came in. It was then that she decided she would help take care of the wounded Union soldiers during the Civil War. She was soon on the front lines helping to take care of the wounded from such battles as Cold Harbor, Fredericksburg and Antietam among many,many others. She cleaned the field hospitals, dressed the wounds of the soldiers, organized and helped distribute the supplies needed by the wounded veterans. She gained the nicknames “American Nightingale” and “Angel of the Battlefield.” She would read to the soldiers and helped them write letters to their loved ones. In 1864 the Union General Butler appointed her “the lady in charge” of all field hospitals on the Union front. At the end of the Civil War there were thousands of unanswered letters addressed to soldiers who were missing or unaccounted for. Clara contacted President Lincoln who gave her permission to start the “The search for missing men.” She spent the summer of 1865 helping to identify and properly bury 13,000 bodies of Union soldiers who had died at the notorious Confederate prison camp Andersonville. She worked at this task for 4 more years, eventually identifying and burying 20,000 more Union soldiers. Clara Barton later went on to found the American Red Cross. Her last Red Cross operation was helping the victims of the Galveston Hurricane of 1900. This short sketch of her history is by no means complete. What a courageous and remarkable woman she was. Her house, now a museum, is also located in this town.

Oxford MA 5/24/17

romancoin's Prompt: Part Two- Weapons and Research

Premise of the Prompt: Claire reconnects with old war friends and they help her travel back in time to bust Jamie out of Ardsmuir.

1958, Boston; the home of Walt and Marie Holden.


“Can I ring the doorbell?” Brianna asked as we walked up to the Holden’s front door.


“Sure.” She skipped ahead of me and eagerly pushed the button, turning back with a grin.


Marie opened the door with a squeal of excitement and practically knocked me over with the force of her hug. She’d always been a hugger.


“Goodness gracious, it’s good to see you, Claire!” She exclaimed as she finally let me go.


I laughed, “You too, Marie. I can’t believe we’ve lived this long in the same city and not known it.”


Marie turned to hug Brianna, who had grabbed hold of my hand as soon as Marie had released me. Bree’s grip tightened as she was all but smothered in Marie’s embrace. “And this must be Brianna! Heavens, she looks like you, Claire.”


Bree didn’t answer but stared up at the woman, mildly terrified and more than a little overwhelmed.


I didn’t blame her, Marie was a bit much to take in when you first met her. She’d won me over in about a week at the hospital, but it took me longer to get used to her vivacious ways.


“Come in, come in!” She ushered us thru the door and into a spotless living room.


Walt and, presumably, Robert stood as we entered. A tall gentleman had his back to us, but turned at the sound of Marie’s voice.


He smiled and I recognized him at once as Walter’s commanding officer, Major David Grant. He had been wounded as well, a rather complicated chest wound, and had spent more time at the field hospital than Walt had.


“Claire, you know Walt and David, but you haven’t met our son Robert yet. Robert, this is Dr Claire Randall and her daughter Brianna.” Marie continued.


David crossed the room and shook my hand, then Brianna’s. Her eyes grew round as she took in his six foot five frame, golden hair, and blue eyes. “So good to see you again, Claire, and Brianna, it is such a pleasure to meet you. Marie says you’re about the same age as Rob?”


Bree’s eyes flicked across the room to the boy in question then stared at David, speaking for the first time. “Yes, sir. I’m ten.”


He winked at her, making her cheeks grow pink. “You can call me Uncle David, like Rob does. I mean, if that’s alright with your mother.”


“Of course,” I assured him. “Bree, this is Major David Grant. He was a patient at the same time as Walt at the field hospital.”


Brianna and Robert were in the den watching a television special and completely content while the adults reconnected in the living room.


“Claire knows about Walt’s teaching position, but tell her what you’re up to, David,” Marie urged.


“I’m a weapons specialist with the Army now.” He supplied.


My brows rose. “That’s impressive.”


“Not really,” David shrugged, “I just make sure things don’t explode before they’re supposed to.”


Walt laughed, “He’s being modest. David’s the best ordnance engineer this side of the Atlantic.”


David shot Walt an annoyed glance, “Oh, so I suppose I should tell Claire about the research grant you’ve been awarded then? The one that gives you full access to Culloden House, battlefield, and archive next month? And exclusive permission to use the Royal archives for your research?”


At the very mention of Culloden, all the air left my lungs, leaving me gripping my chair and gasping for breath.


“Heavens, Claire! You’re white as a ghost.” Marie gripped my arm.


“C-could you, ah,” I stammered. “Look for someone while you’re there?”


Walt looked at me in surprise. “Of course, anything for you Claire. Who are you looking for? An ancestor, perhaps?”


“Me.” I said simply. “Or more accurately Brianna’s father.”


Two months later, I received a telegram from Walt. It contained three words.


I found him.

10

October third and fourth of 1993…

The Battle of Mogadishu took place on October 3rd and overnight to the 4th. This mission was apart of Operation Gothic Serpent. Members of the 75th Ranger Regiment, Air Force Rescue and Air Force Combat Controllers, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment - Delta, and pilots from the 160th Spec Ops Aviation Regiment. The overall goal was to swarm in to a meeting in the city between Mohamed Adids lieutenants. Shortly after large groups of armed militants attacked the U.S. Forces and shot down two Black Hawk helicopters. In the end, 18 service members died, along with 80 injured. Many personnel were awarded for their actions. Two Delta Force snipers received the Medal of Honor after fighting and perishing while defending one of the crash sights.

Lest we forget the deceased

** - SFOD  Delta - **

MSG Gary Ivan Gordon - Killed defending Super 6-4   - Received Medal of Honor and Purple Heart

SFC Randy Shughart - Killed defending Super 6-4 - Received Medal of Honor and Purple Heart

SSG Daniel D. Bush - Crashed with Super 6-1, mortally wounded defending the crew - Received Silver Star and Purple Heart

SFC Earl Robert Fillmore, Jr. - Killed moving to the first crash sight - Received SIlver Star and Purple Heart

MSG Timothy “Griz” Lynn Martin - Mortally wounded by an RPG on the ‘Lost Convoy’, and died en route to Germany's Field Hospital - Received Silver Star and Purple Heart

- 3rd Ranger Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment - 

CPL James “Jamie” E. Smith - Killed around the crash sight of Super 6-1 - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, and Oak Leaf Cluster as well as a purple heart

SPC James M. Cavaco - Killed on the Lost Convoy - Received a Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple heart

SGT James Casey Joyce - Killed on the Lost Convoy - Received a Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart

CPL Richard “Alphabet” W. Kowaleski, Jr. - Killed on the Lost Convoy by a RPG - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart

SGT Dominick M. Pilla - Killed on Strueckers Convoy (1st Convoy to move back to base) - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart

SGT Lorenzo M. Ruiz - Mortally wounded on the Lost Convoy and also  and died en route to Germany’s Field Hospital - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, Purple Heart

** - 160th SOAR - **

SSG William “Wild Bill” David Cleveland, Jr. - Killed on Super 6-4 (Crew Chief) - Received Silver Star, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart

SSG Thomas “Tommie” J. Field - Killed on Super 6-4 (Crew Chief) - Received Silver Star, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart

CWO Raymond “Ironman” A. Frank - Killed on Super 6-4 (Copilot) - Received Silver Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart

CWO Clifton “Elvis” P. Wolcott - Killed in Super 6-1 Crash (Pilot) - Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal with Valor Device, Bronze Star, Purple Heart

CWO Donovan  "Bull" Briley - Killed in Super 6-1 crash (Copilot) - Received Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star, Air Medal with Valor Device, Purple Heart

** - 14th Infantry Regiment, 10th Mountain Division - **

SGT Cornell Lemont Houston, Sr. - Killed on the rescue convoy - Received Bronze Star with Valor Device, de Fleury Medal, Purple Heart

PFC James Henry Martin, Jr. - Killed on the rescue convoy - Received Purple Heart

** - Malaysian Army - **

LCPL Mat Azan Awang - Killed when his vehicle was struck by an RPG - Received Seri Pahlawan Gagah Perkasa

“U.S. nurses walk along a beach in Normandy, France on July 4, 1944, after they had waded through the surf from their landing craft. They are on their way to field hospitals to care for the wounded allied soldiers.”

(AP)

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On March 16 2006 Private Channing Moss was hit with an RPG (that did not explode) in his abdomen after his Humvee was ambushed by Taliban insurgents in Afghanistan. He was flown to the nearest field hospital where the surgeons removed the RPG, though army policy states that he should not be operated on. Both teams risked their lives for Pvt. Moss who is alive today with 4 kids.

Hey everyone! I recently remade my blog and I’ve decided that this is a good opportunity to no longer be ashamed of my interests and just enjoy them. I can handle some dash deadness, but I’d like to have a dash more tailored to my interests. Please like or reblog this if you reblog a lot of any of the following!

I don’t mind if you only like, but if you reblog it, please put in the tags what you post from this list, it makes it easier for me. Also, if you reblog it, yours followers will be able to see it and that’ll be nice.

• Kaijus and other monsters

• twenty one pilots, My Chemical Romance, or Fall Out Boy

• Andrew McMahon

• Bands like The Antlers, the Mountain Goats, Neutral Milk Hotel/the Music Tapes, and AJJ

• Legos, especially the Lego Movie and Lego Batman

• Steven Universe (preferably shying away from constantly criticising the show just because I don’t want to deal with all the negativity, although I definitely agree the show has gotten a lot worse)

• Homestuck

• Other cartoons, especially We Bare Bears and Gravity Falls
 
• Any version of Animal Crossing or Pokemon

• Mental health blog, especially with a focus on BPD, PTSD, and autism

• Animals, either cute posts or scientific posts

• 1776, I Made America, and Hamilton

• Welcome to Night Vale or The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air)

• The Simpsons

• Witchcraft that is trans/nonbinary and curse friendly

• Aro/ace resources/positivity

• Vulture culture

• Stim blogs

• Kidcore and age regression (I’m not in any communities, but please don’t follow if C.G.L or CG.L/R.E., or if you bully others)

• Aesthetics like lovecore, rainbowcore, and other bright things

• Glow blogs and pale blogs

• Plant and art blogs

• Creepy, weird aesthetic blogs that have a surrealist undertone (IE hospital aesthetic, graves, fields, stuff like that)

I’m okay if you’re a kin blog. Also, feel free to message me if you know any blogs I might like