Children of the WIld Ones

I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed
Jump on the Valentines Day Train!
So everyone’s all gushing over their valentines stuff, like cards and candies and balloons and junk. Well, lemme tell you about my Valentines Gift because it’s the friggin’ coolest shit ever.

Lud comes kicking in the door, outta no where, and what does he bring? Candies? Flowers?

NAH
He comes marchin’ inside luggin’ a huge black trashbag and dumps it in my lap. What’s inside?


A MOTHER FUCKIN’ WW2 PARACHUTE!!
This is like the best gift ever! Nothing has ever been this cool!! Gonna sit here and do my research on it in a bit, but DAMN is this not cool?!

I’m excited. Like best Valentines Gift of a LIFETIME
Vielen, vielen Dank Liebster!
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“Butch, a loyal, alert Doberman Pinscher stands guard in a sandy fox hole as his handler snatches a few well-earned minuets of rest on Iwo Jima.” (x)
Warsaw Uprising
Polish partisans of the Koszta Company taking part in the attack on the “Esplanada” on the corner of Sienkiewicza and Marszałkowska Streets, 3rd August 1944….
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German soldiers, Stalingrad.
Stalingrad is one of my favourite WW2 battles (insofar as one can enjoy bloodbaths when one ostensibly isn’t Elizabeth Báthory) because it’s so… war. When I think of war, I think of Stalingrad. Battles being fought for a few inches of concrete, soldiers dying to defend a few feet of broken glass.

A German corpse found incinerated in an air-raid shelter. Dresden, 1946.
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How is the body scorched but the clothing still intact?
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‘The forest of dead at Katyn,’ a Nazi propaganda poster depicting the Katyn massacre of Polish officers at the hands of the Soviets.
On 5 March 1940, Stalin signed their [The Poles] death warrant—an NKVD order condemning 21,857 prisoners to “the supreme penalty: shooting.” They had been condemned as “hardened and uncompromising enemies of Soviet authority.”



