Members of the 6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion take part in a parade ceremony in honor of Joan d’Arc at the marketplace where she was burned at the stake (Rouen, France).
May 27, 1945
The 6888th Postal Battalion was an all female, all black unit responsible for sorting every piece of mail sent to US troops in the European theater. Letters from home were vital to maintaining morale, yet when the 6888th first arrived in Europe, letters were stacked to the ceiling of their temporary post office. Some letters had been in storage for as long as two years. Sorting the 90 billion pieces of mail sent to American troops in Europe required the women to keep track of the location of every US solider in Europe, including all 7,500 Robert Smiths. Some mail was merely addressed to “Junior” or “Buster.” Yet thanks to their round the clock sorting, 65,000 letters went out three times a day to soldiers throughout Europe.
The women served in Birmingham (UK), Rouen (France), and Paris before being sent home at the end of the war. Like many female units, their work was not honored with any fanfare at the time. In 2009 the 1,000 women who served in the 6888th Postal Battalion were finally honored by the US Army at the Women’s Memorial at Arlington National Cemetery.
I HAVE NEVER EVER HEARD OF THIS BEFORE !!
Ignoring Cas’s blunt and completely hilarious sense of dry humor for a moment, think about what he’s actually saying here. Castiel is the name given to him by God. Castiel translates roughly to ‘my cover is God’ or ‘shield of God’ in Biblical theophory—the ‘el’ suffix means ‘God’, and ‘iel’ means ‘of God.’ Cas is the name given to him by Dean. Deliberately or not, Dean removed the part of Cas’s name that means ‘of God’, and left him with ‘shield’. Castiel isn’t actually a Biblical angel—it’s a variant of the name ‘Cassiel’, who was an archangel in the Kabbalah responsible for observing the Earth with no interference. Making it up as we go, indeed.
hey guys? what happened in brazil?
this means “sorry about the fire. we’re thinking about you” in portuguese. so obviously something happened but i have no idea
what happened? i’m so confused right now
A night club burned with 2000 people inside. There are 232 dead teenagers, as far as I watched on the news.
BTW, Misha… I have no words for you. You’re amazing.
Misha is just a spectacular person, I’m so happy he thought of us. Also I think it’s sketchy that the club’s doors were all locked.. I’m sending all my prayers to the victims families.
three Yale students in drag, c. 1883.
Okay so every time I go to try and upload a stupid picture onto deviantART, Google Chrome CRASHES.
What the fuck?
I’m going to hurt someone if this keeps happening…
Our internet service has been spotty lately, and so we called up Comcast to get them to fix it. Turns out, our router’s fucked up or something. We rent it from Comcast, and so we needed them to replace it.
After being on the phone for several hours, arguing with them and subsequently getting put on hold for ages, and then doing battle over whether or not to PAY them extra money to BUY a new router even though it’s not OURS that’s broken because we don’t OWN it, they finally conceded to come over and replace it.
But they didn’t give a time. They threatened to come on Thursday, which is just too damn long.
So they said they’d call back in an hour or two.
…which was roughly 1 am.
Skip ahead a few days (to today), and now it’s 11:25 pm on a Monday night, and they’re SUPPOSED to come tomorrow morning.
So my mum calls them up and asks when they plan on being here.
Between 1 and 5 am.
So basically, Comcast? Comcast can go fuck itself.
Benedict Cumberbatch| A few personal favourites
“His features – the huge almond eyes, the sweeping Cupid’s bow, the acute tapering from cheekbones to chin – can, in repose, hint at something extra-terrestrial; lit with animation, however, they’re charmingly boyish.” - Emma John [x]
And for that matter, Kylie, Sierra, Kyana—any who go to school with me and follow me. …I just listed you all.
Okay, I was at some lighthouse outside of Newport, and we’re just walking along, heading down some hill to the lighthouse (directly), and then—just—I can’t even—
Look at these pictures. I have never SEEN a more PERFECT hipster.
The hat. The cardigan. The shirt (if only it was a band I’d never heard of instead of plaid!). THE ROLLED-UP JEANS AND THE SHOES AND SOCKS.
The fucking MOUSTACHE and GLASSES.
I mean—REALLY?! This happened. I just…I felt like such a creep sneaking these photos but I couldn’t stop being so amused.
What’s more? His blond, white girlfriend—HAD DREADS. Down her entire back. You can’t see her in the pictures because she was too busy milling about elsewhere in a sweatshirt/hoodie, in some leather boots and jeans—LOOKING UNAMUSED/UNIMPRESSED WITH THE LIGHTHOUSE AND THE AWESOMENESS OF NATURE.
Jesus Christ. I can’t deal with this. Too much hilarity. XD
This wasn’t even Portland!
In other news, there was a guy that looked like a hipster Tim Minchin on my flight into Phoenix. But he wasn’t a fucking wannabe idiot like this guy. XD
**My mistake, you CAN see his girlfriend. She’s to the right in the first picture. x)