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In love with the Easy Company

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Hi I‘m Rina :D Deeply in love with Chuck Grant
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vera-keller

easy company registration cards part 1

included in this compilation under the cut are the registration cards of 15 easy company veterans featured in band of brothers (2001). all are taken from publicly available draft records held in online databases and collected by me, and contain details like the registrant's serial number, physical attributes, date and place of birth, phone number, residential and mailing addresses, place of employment and nominated next of kin, as well as their handwriting sample and signature. like or reblog if you use or save.

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under the banner, collaboration with @julianneday1701

Chapter 71: God knows what is real (draft)

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Samsonova?” 

“Nix,” Winters shook his head, the name from his lips enough to close the door to the church and the impending interrogation. 

Zhanna wasn’t ready for that interrogation or conversation. She was a Red Army Liaison who couldn’t be near her colleague without her body feeling like it was on fire. She was a Russian sniper who couldn’t say a word to her fellow countryman without her throat constricting. It was an impossible situation to be in and an even more impossible thing to discuss. Nixon wasn’t her enemy but he wasn’t quite her friend. Zhanna had lost all of those in the deep snow. 

She settled for the simplest and most truthful answer. “I’ll see her later,” 

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Dick Winters x Original Female Character. Ronald Speirs x Original Female Character. Russian Sniper OFCs. Band of Brothers fanfiction. 
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⊱♥⊱╮ღ꧁ Chapter 30. Breakdown ꧂ღ╭⊱♥≺

Summary: Grace Whitehead, code name Hélène, has a 5 million-franc price on her head, but that doesn’t stop her commitment to SOE, Special Operations Executive. On D-Day, she parachutes into Normandy along with the leader of French Resistance and their radioman, to deliver intelligence to the Airborne. When the head of SOE tells her the Gestapo has raised the price on her head, the only way to let it die is by faking her death and going undercover with Easy Company. Will her knowledge as a spy and as a sniper help them through the entire war?

This chapter talks about the Holocaust. I'm posting it today, June 12th, to celebrate Anne Frank's birthday and I leave you with one of my favourite quotes from her Diary:

"...and finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming who I would like to be, and could be."

Thank you so much @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant for beta reading this as always, I’m so lucky to have your support ♥

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Anonymous asked:

hii!!! i love the shires! can i please request a one shot with ‘drink you away’ and chuck grant? thank you!! 🤍

Sure thing, dear Anon! 💕

Drink You Away

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Pairing: Chuck Grant x Female OC

Word count: 3943

Tone: Angsty, wow much sadness, oh look more pain, it's a tragic fic this time around, folks

Warnings: Heavy indulgence in alcohol, pain, referenced bad injury, misery, death

Summary: Just one more glass, to help them move on. In the dead of night, they cling to the last of each other while simultaneously trying to push the memories, the love, away. He doesn't think he can go back to her, then a cruel twist of fate, and he knows he can't.

Song inspiration: "Drink You Away" by The Shires

I tried tearing up your picture But I still see you when I close my eyes.

A hundred shreds of picture paper. August counted them herself, watching them drift into the trash bin beside her desk. No longer would his image torment her waking hours, still-framed just inches from her right hand in the spot she worked at each and every day. How dare he smile like that, so gently, like everything was alright, when he was so far away? It was wrong, so wrong, infuriating, even, and so one afternoon, catching herself staring at the photo for the dozenth time in the last hour, she ripped it to shreds.

She didn't feel any better. In fact, she felt worse, though she firmly told herself it wasn't so.

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