Eugene and I really did meet up. […] The second after he was there, he came searching for me. He was in the 5th Regiment, I was in the 1st Regiment, and we were maybe 1000 or 2000 yards apart. But he got permission to come over and look up his old friend. And I saw him coming down the company street, realised who he was. He was looking in tents, trying to find me and I screamed “Eugene!” ran out into the street. And he saw me and he ran and we hugged each other and wrestled and beat on each other and rolled around on the ground and people thought we were fighting. And a big crowd of Marines gathered around but I introduced him and we went back on beating on each other. We had a wonderful reunion and we had about two weeks together before I left to come home. [x]
Truth is, you’re the lucky one. You’ll never have that nagging thought that you let your family, your friends, and your country down. Because that’s what I’m afraid of.
Your wife wants me to tell you that your daughter never woke up. She didn’t know what happened. She wasn’t scared. Not even for a second.
John Basilone was a Medal of Honor Recipient and earned the Navy Cross due to his heroic actions on Guadalcanal. He died on the landing of Iwo Jima (February 19, 1945), becoming another casualty in the war. Although he was hero and a symbol of the War in the Pacific, he was just another boy we lost too early. We love you Manila John.
look around - there’s another mask behind you
50 favorite Band of Brothers Scenes (in no particular order) | [09/50]
Shifty says goodbye to Winters; Part 10, Points
A salvo of shells burst near the road, and a small man from company headquarters who had been wounded in the head by a fragment from a German hand grenade screamed in pain and fright, “Kill me, kill me, somebody kill me! Oh Christ, I can’t stand it.” He began to cry.
The wounded man started up with a piercing shriek.
“Take it easy, buddy,” Mercier said, easing him back. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
I watched them with wet eyes. Mercier was so big and hard and strong, and the wounded man seemed small and pitiful enough to be his hurt little boy. I knew that he was going to die – I could tell by looking at him – and didn’t want to see it. I had had enough. I left the room.
David Kenyon Webster, Parachute Infantry