My daughter’s first creation
(Source: thedevilsguard, via dailyreenactor)
Sailor Beware, c. 1942 (via Vintagraph)
(Source: fuckyeahusarmy)
WWII jeeps of 101st Airborne
Crowds of French patriots line the Champs Elysees to view Allied tanks and half tracks pass through the Arc du Triomphe, after Paris was liberated on August 25, 1944
Source: US Library of Congress
Woman working on an airplane motor at North American Aviation, Inc., plant in Calif. 1942 June
(Source: q62)
(Source: godhood)
every year around this time i re-read several books. one of them is, A Midnight Clear by William Wharton. another is, Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
Something about this era, that war, make me long for that time (even though i have no clue what it would have been like to live then). life seemed to have more meaning, purpose and love - even in all that misery and death.
i guess it is fitting too that the winter makes me think of the battle of the bulge. when i see pictures of europe during that battle, i’m strangely reminded of home…
one day, i will visit the ardennes.
