Tag: howling commandos

andbarnes:

“J never held back; even with a rifle, he’d shoot until he was out of bullets. He hated the Nazis more than all of us combined, and he hated Hydra even more. He didn’t stop until he had hit the ground and broken the bat in half and none of us felt very sorry about it. Course, we heard stories after that, whispers of fear from other soldiers we encountered. We called him by his name until that point, until we heard about the fine reputation he had received. Germans lived in fear of him: The Commando who smiled when he killed you, the man who could singlehandedly wipe out an army, the Devil himself, the American, the Bear Jew.” – an excerpt from Brothers, a novel by Timothy Dugan.

brachial-saur:

legallymarx:

sebastianstanbear:

#i bet dum dum took this picture#dum dum always had a camera of sorts on him#he liked to tinker with it#and he liked to make memories last#when you’re six feet under all that matters is the memories you leave behind#the smithsonian’s exhibit is 76% courtesy of timothy dugan’s estate#although there are other pictures that the commandos burned#after ve day#a funeral pyre if you wish#without bodies to bury#they each had turns to keep the folded flags#both cap’s and sarge’s#and they burned those pictures#those memories didn’t belong to history#they belonged to the two of them alone#the boys knew that#and respected that#god [via ink-phoenix]

#pleaseeee#don’t do this to me#dum dum always taking pictures of the simplest things#of the coffee they’re all having in the bitter cold before the suns even out#of the way their two cos bodies always lean towards each other#of a the places they visited on leave#the bars and brothels and peaceful valleys#to look at dumdum’s photos you would’ve never known they were in a middle of a war#other than the uniforms and ever present guns#because thy were already immersed in it why make their art about it as well?#dum dum notices Steve always sketching in the mornings when they have the most downtime#always an abandoned farm they’d seen earlier or a the silhouettes and profiles of their team#and they get into a good natured argument about which is better; drawing or photography#dum dum finds this photo later#after he’s gone home to his family#sees it as the last moments the group were ever truly together#he locks it away in a box with all the rest and hands it to his wife#tells her to keep it safe and to never let him see it again#years and years later#after dum dum and his immediate family are long gone#his granddaughter donates his war effects to the smithsonian exhibit#theres a whole section dedicated to the photos dum dum took#and Steve sees it and smiles in that sad way of his because#dum dum finally got his work into a gallery#the howling commandos#dum dum Dugan#captain america: the first avenger#marvel#marvel films (via bibucks)

We tend to forget how heartbreaking Captain America’s story is, just by virtue of it being set in World War II–quite apart from his sacrifice. Picture all the young men and women of that time, seeing more of the world than they ever dreamed possible, and more death and misery than they can easily talk about; their lives suspended until the war is won or lost–and until about late 1944 it was not at all certain which way it would go; the fear; the instant, lifelong bond between soldiers; the boredom of waiting. This is why the Howling Commandoes fascinate me independently of Rogers.

legallymarx:

sebastianstanbear:

#i bet dum dum took this picture#dum dum always had a camera of sorts on him#he liked to tinker with it#and he liked to make memories last#when you’re six feet under all that matters is the memories you leave behind#the smithsonian’s exhibit is 76% courtesy of timothy dugan’s estate#although there are other pictures that the commandos burned#after ve day#a funeral pyre if you wish#without bodies to bury#they each had turns to keep the folded flags#both cap’s and sarge’s#and they burned those pictures#those memories didn’t belong to history#they belonged to the two of them alone#the boys knew that#and respected that#god [via ink-phoenix]

#pleaseeee#don’t do this to me#dum dum always taking pictures of the simplest things#of the coffee they’re all having in the bitter cold before the suns even out#of the way their two cos bodies always lean towards each other#of a the places they visited on leave#the bars and brothels and peaceful valleys#to look at dumdum’s photos you would’ve never known they were in a middle of a war#other than the uniforms and ever present guns#because thy were already immersed in it why make their art about it as well?#dum dum notices Steve always sketching in the mornings when they have the most downtime#always an abandoned farm they’d seen earlier or a the silhouettes and profiles of their team#and they get into a good natured argument about which is better; drawing or photography#dum dum finds this photo later#after he’s gone home to his family#sees it as the last moments the group were ever truly together#he locks it away in a box with all the rest and hands it to his wife#tells her to keep it safe and to never let him see it again#years and years later#after dum dum and his immediate family are long gone#his granddaughter donates his war effects to the smithsonian exhibit#theres a whole section dedicated to the photos dum dum took#and Steve sees it and smiles in that sad way of his because#dum dum finally got his work into a gallery#the howling commandos#dum dum Dugan#captain america: the first avenger#marvel#marvel films (via bibucks)