Tag: fick

charlesanthonybruno:

One of my favourite things in Generation Kill is when Encino Man musters enough frustration and authority to go and try to square away Nate, and Nate confuses him back to Captain Comic Sans by being articulate and reasonable at him. You can see Schwetje go from I’m Right And He Will Listen And Comply to Yeah Alright Wait That’s Not What I What-

encores:

bear-moved:

As darkness fell over Qalat Sukkar, I sat alone in the dim green light of the radios. I felt sick for the shepherd boys, for the girl in the blue dress, and for all the innocent people who surely lived in Nasiriyah, Ar Rifa, and the other towns this war would consume. I hurt for my Marines, goodhearted American guys who’d bear these burdens for the rest of their lives. And I mourned for myself. Not in self-pity, but for the kid who’d come to Iraq. He was gone. I did all this in the dark, away from the platoon, because combat command is the loneliest job in the world.

– One Bullet Away, Nate Fick

aces-low:

Just dealing with my monthly reminder that in Gen Kill Nate Fick does absolutely use the word Yummy.

Not yum, yummy.

Why did he do that? Is that a real Nate thing? Is it a Stark thing? Was it the script writer that thought ‘no he should definitely say ‘yummy’.’

I’ve listened to the commentary tracks, I’ve read the books, I’ve done the research. I have not been able to crack the code of why a grown adult marine said the word yummy.

Go about your lives, please, as I lay here on the ground, calling out to the universe for answers.

likeastairmaster:

“Fick is amazing, and a hero, but he got here a different way than most of them: he was a Classics major at Dartmouth who heard a speech, developed a scorching case of idealism, and entered Officer’s Training immediately. He wasn’t worn down like the enlisted men, and he’s not indoctrinated. The thing that the military does to you, breaking you down and building you up, happened in a very compressed length of time. He sees the forest, and the trees, and he’s horrified by a lot of what goes down. The misuse of authority and the bureaucracy and the stupidity of some of the men in command. None of which, to the Marine mind, can be allowed to even exist. So Nate’s discipline is different from everybody else’s, even Brad’s, because it involves biting his tongue: the Hollywood stance, where it’s a bad war fought by good men. Only instead of a stance, it’s his entire existence: Not ignoring the stuff altogether, the way the enlisted men can do, or laughing it off like Ray, but taking every day to measure the distance between his idealism and the reality, and then stowing those thoughts for later so he can concentrate on keeping his men alive, and tactically viable. I love Nathaniel Fick, you have to read his book. It is inspiring, and sad. And very lonely.”

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pansexualbuchanan:

“You didn’t tell me you could ice skate,” Nate said with his eyes wide open in shock, having just watched Brad skate out onto the ice no problem and expertly weave and spin between the people who were just about skating along without falling.

After they had spent the morning decorating the tree they had wanted to leave the house, and when they came across the big ice rink set up in the middle of town it had seemed like a good idea. Now that Nate was actually on the ice with a bunch of other people that were equally inept at skating as he was and bumping into him, he had other thoughts. 

Brad shrugged, skating casually alongside Nate who was like most other people on the rink and making his way round the rink in slow circles on wobbly legs. “I had ice skating lessons as a kid, natural talent for it,” he drawled with a roll of his eyes.

Nate laughed, “No kidding.”

Nate held tightly onto the side of the rink as slowly and unsteadily skated with the masses, Brag glided easily by his side looking like he was just about containing laughter. 

Brad took Nate’s hand and interlocked their fingers, “Let’s skate in the middle where there’s less people.”

“I don’t know,” Nate said warily, reluctant to leave the safety of the barrier to hold onto. “You’d have to teach me.”

“Don’t worry,” Brad smirked, “I’ve got you.” 

That was all the warning he gave before he practically dragged Nate into the centre of the rink like he weighed nothing. Nate gulped as he glided across the ice, not feeling confident in his control of the skates but felt safe with Brad’s hand in his knowing that he wouldn’t let him fall. At least not on purpose. 

Holiday Themed Generation Kill Week, Day 1 – Ice Skating