His smile falls off. He doesn't try to catch it.

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Drive by rec: Alone Together by buffyaddict_fic. Band of Brothers, gen, Tipper and Liebgott centric, 22,000 words. I was intrigued when I saw it on my flist, mostly because I LOVE Liebgott, and I was surprised to find an extremely well-written, moving, powerful portrait of two young men who build a connection only to have it snatched away by a mortar in Carentan. Tipper's point of view is delightful - essentially an original character, given he only has one scene in BoB, but I fell in love with him immediately. I especially adore his perspective on Joe's slightly manic nature. But as poignant as the first part is, the second part, where Lieb has to soldier on by himself, survive Bastogne and Landsberg... well. Let's just say it got me crying. There's only 2 parts (of 4) posted so far, but she has them written and they should be up in a couple days.

If you're a Band of Brothers fan, you want to read that. Just sayin'. :)

This story isn't helping my problem with being COMPLETELY HEAD OVER HEELS for Liebgott. He's vying for #1! Crazy, I know!

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.......that was a very disturbing sentence that I'm assuming makes SOME kind of sense in the context of the story. o.O

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Aye, indeed. And I quote:

“He’s coming to you straight out of OCS – a second looey by the name of Lewis Nixon. And if the name sounds familiar, it’s because he’s as thoroughbred as they come. His grandfather built the Navy.”

“And he’s high-strung?”

“He’s a damn spellcaster, Bob. You know the type – I don’t care what the manual we give the enlisted men says, spellcasters are unstable as hell. But I’ve seen this boy throw some amazing magic around. He’s grade-A, no mistake about it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that, Sir,” said Sink. “And if he’s that good – hell, I can overlook a pet cat, if that’s what it takes to keep him sane.”

Taylor shook his head. “Not a cat. Or a goat. A person.”

Sink leaned in. “We’re not talking about a woman, are we, Sir? I can’t take a woman into combat just because she keeps my spellcaster calm, I don’t care how good the magic is.”

Taylor grinned. “No, not a woman. Another officer. It’s another lucky break for you, too, since apparently they only met at OCS.”

“His name?”

Taylor shook his head. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. But I don’t want to start you out with the idea that man’s only useful because he keeps Nixon calm. He’s a talented fellow; I would have sent him to you regardless. Keep that in mind when you figure out who he is.”

“I will, Sir,” said Sink.



All the more reason for you to READ THE STORY, ANNE. ;)

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Ahahaha OMG. Nixon can't go anywhere without his Winnnnters! That is SO PRESH. It's on my ASAP list for sure. :D

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Huzzah! *hi-five*