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starspangledhero) wrote2010-12-14 11:37 pm
starspangledhero) wrote2010-12-14 11:37 pm
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( video; english )
[ Here is America. He is extremely dirty, tired-looking, and, given the red chapped face and dark tint to his nose and cheeks, slightly frostbitten. Nothing new. If you have been here since his arrival, you probably know what happened while I was on hiatus. ]
Uh. Thanks, Namine. Again. For the... yeah. I'd say it'll never happen again, but it keeps happening.
...D-don't ask where I've been. Not here, is the answer. Kinda out towards the prairie, but I didn't hit the river. Let's just leave it at that.
[ He sniffles loudly and wipes his nose with his sleeve. ]
Sorry 'bout that guys. I try to be around to save the day as much as possible, but it's way harder without planes and stuff! Did I miss anything cool?
Uh. Thanks, Namine. Again. For the... yeah. I'd say it'll never happen again, but it keeps happening.
...D-don't ask where I've been. Not here, is the answer. Kinda out towards the prairie, but I didn't hit the river. Let's just leave it at that.
[ He sniffles loudly and wipes his nose with his sleeve. ]
Sorry 'bout that guys. I try to be around to save the day as much as possible, but it's way harder without planes and stuff! Did I miss anything cool?
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1/2 this took forever to write oh my god. OH MY GOD I EXCEEDED THE CHARACTER LIMIT
The first thing to know is that this is just a chapter in the very long story of my part in World War II, but the Battle of the Bulge is my biggest and bloodiest battle in the war during one of the coldest winters in Europe, probably since the Ice Age.
After an Allied meeting and some adventures in Holland, I found myself waist-deep in snow at Belgium's place in December of 1944. I was with General George Patton's Third Infantry at the time. To give you an idea of what Patton was like, let's put it this way: one of his favorite sayings was along the lines of "no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country; he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country." He also said a couple cool things about me and how I'm awesome at winning wars, and yeah, they were true! I respected him a whole deal, but sometimes me and the other men were ready to knock him in the head for pushing us so hard. Okay, and we kinda hated him sometimes. But we didn't desert or give up or anything, we bore through all the strain because that's what heroes do.
Anyway, I was about to hunker down for the winter when Germany launched a surprise attack. Me and England had made it pretty far on the Western Front, faster than we'd really expected, so we were thin on supplies and men. Germany was worse for wear--that's what we thought. Suddenly my men were being shelled relentlessly and Germany's Panzers were pushing into my lines. The weather was too bad for air support, so me and my ground troops were pretty much stuck in the snow. Germany was heading off to one of Belgium's town where some of my men were valiantly defending it. And who would come to their aid?
You guessed who.
Things get a little fuzzy at this point. Patton loved to push us, but this time, it was even more than usual. My men and I barely ate, we were dehydrated because our water kept freezing, we couldn't build a fire unless we wanted to be shot. Hell, the only way to keep the bolts on our rifles from solidifying was to piss on 'em. Gross, yeah, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Plus, war does funny things to your mind, especially when you're nearly hysteric from exhaustion. The biggest things pushing my guys forward was the knowledge that their brothers were in desperate need of help and that others had been slaughtered. We all kept on going because we had to save lives and serve justice for those that we'd lost.
Meanwhile, my men were holding out in Bastogne--Bologna, whatever--running low on food, medicine, the works. I could feel it, man: the panic, despair, thinking this is the hour the Germans are gonna break through and I'm gonna die, and still they fought. Really, I can't tell ya how proud I am of my people, but I'll let the story speak for itself.
And just when it couldn't get any worse? ...It didn't! It got better! Wonder why I keep printing "In God We Trust" on my currency? It's 'cause the dude has my back. Seriously, I could tell you all the miraculous times the Big Man had given me a helping hand, and this was definitely one of them. The heavens opened up, clear enough for air support. I'll tell ya, the roar of bombers sounded like choirs of angels at that time. Again, I was half outta my mind at this point, but it was still a beauty to behold!
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So the day after Christmas, we finally broke through and air support dropped supplies and we won the day! I'll say, it wasn't much, but that was one Christmas I was thankful for. I had hot food, I celebrated with brave men who were glad to be alive, and for just a bit, I got a break from hell. It was awesome.
After that, I finally met up with England again at another of Belgium's towns 'cause we were tired and bored and capturing Germans. I told him how much I'd done in just four days, and you know what he said? "I would've done it in three." Naturally, I told him to fuck off. Seriously, why are my friends so mean? I tell him time and time again how lucky he is to have me, and he just rambles about fairies...
And yeah, that's the basics of my epic tale of epicness!
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