Oo, I've always wanted to do this meme! About to head home from work, but here we go! Yoinked from
artaxastra,
penknife and others:
Give me a story I've done, and a timestamp anything from a few minutes after/before to years after/before, and I'll write a quick ficlet related to it.
Master post is
here, drabbles are
here. I will respond as soon as I can! <3/♠/&c
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Alternatively, Nixon and Waverly chilling out with the guys the evening after the original ficlet was set, because the officers and their bundle of disreputable canines are awwwwwesome.
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Oh, Norman. OH DDUB. This was a work of staggering genius. Somebody put it in the Smithsonian. (Also, dammit, did you just make me sorta-kinda-not-really want to ship Dike and Donniefied-Lipton? That's just wrong. Actually, mostly, I think it just pushed the same 'oh, Dike just needs a hug' buttons the series did. I am far too fond of him.)
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Daemons to come below!
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(Which one?)
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1946 and Sam rides the rails like an old man, eyes forward, hands clutching the door of the car. He's a rawboned seventeen and he wears the same face as so many of the vets shipping back. He sees them everywhere, men with no clothes but their uniforms, men with nothing but a duffle and a thumb to stick out. He talks to every one that he sees blousing his trousers; every paratrooper he can find, he checks for the Screaming Eagle patch. You Airborne? Hundred and first? Which battalion? Know anyone from Easy? He gets in a lot of fights. Guys don't want to talk. Nobody's ready, and nobody wants to discuss the generation of men sent forth to go break and be broken. Their jobs are done. Sam thinks they're lucky ( ... )
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