Decided to stop fiddling around with the story. It’s not gonna be perfect, I will fiddle around with it for ages, etc etc
Had a crit Saturday 23rd nov, was interesting but went on for ages. I was last, nick and Rosie (the people who I know know about comics) had gone to lunch, nicks birthday. Presented my stuff … People had not much to say. Oh well
Talked to Chris about it, what’s important in the story, themes etc. he suggested emphasising the things that are unexpected … Eg the priest blessing the planes as they take off. Ritualising it, repeating it. And the fact that they ride bikes everywhere … He said he pictures loads of panels of bike wheels spinning up close
Rosie is obsessed with the idea of work being personal. I told her about the comic, about DiPalma being looked after and hidden by the priest, she said it was interesting I was doing a comic about waiting/being in purgatory when I was in a period of waiting myself … I disagree. I don’t think the story has any relation to me at all
The next one will. Great great uncle in the Great War.
Anyway, just draw market garden as I’ve Already written it basically
In the late 16th century the area now known as East Frisia and Emsland and the people that lived there were referred to as “Muffe”. At the time that the Netherlands were by far the richest country in the whole of Europe, and these people were looked down upon greatly by the Dutch. The area of Western Lower Saxony was at that time very poor and a good source for many Dutch people looking for cheap labour. The inhabitants of this region were known to be rather reserved and were often described as “grumpy”, “rude" and "unsophisticated" by the Dutch. Later the term was used to describe the whole of Germany, which, at the time, wasn’t much better off economically than Western Lower Saxony, mainly due to the various wars waged on its territory by foreign powers. The term seemed to have died out around 1900 but returned following the German invasion of the Netherlands in 1940.
A popular humorous (but false) etymology of the word “mof" by the Dutch is that it is actually a German abbreviation meaning “Menschen ohne Freunde" ("people without friends”).
In Frisian (minority) language and Gronings dialect the word poep or poebe is used, as well as poepelân (Fr.), poepenlaand (Gr.) for Germany itself. In Gronings and Dutch poep means faeces, though the word does not seem to originate from that. A theory is that when Bernhard von Galen and his Westphalian troops arrived at Groningen in the 17th century to conquer the city, they used the word “Puppe” (meaning puppet). The people from Groningen laughed about that because it sounds exactly like poebe, which means faeces. Another theory is that it originates from that same era, but from the word Bube, being a fondle word for boy. From the city of Groningen it spread out into the province of Groningen and the border region with Drenthe.
In the Dutch language the word “Oosterbuur” (Eastern neighbour) nearly always refers to the German people or Germany itself, as Germany and the Germans are located to the East of the Netherlands and Belgium. Similarly, the Flemish refer to the Dutch as “Noorderburen” (Northern Neighbours) and the Dutch use “Zuiderburen” (Southern neighbours) for the Belgians.
Used in the Netherlands in parts of the Limburg and in the East of the Netherlands, meaning ‘Prussian’.
Also a major hero: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Bernhard_of_Lippe-Biesterfeld
'By 1944, Prince Bernhard became Commander of the Dutch armed forces. After the liberation of the Netherlands, he returned with his family where he became active in the negotiations for the German surrender. He was present during the armistice negotiations and German surrender in Hotel de Wereld (“The World Hotel”) in Wageningen in The Netherlands on 5 May 1945, where he refused to speak German.’
got some ancestor names and info from Grandpa at the weekend. turns out his Great-Uncle Willy stayed in Australia after Uncle Jon fished him out of the bush and got him back on his feet … which makes it feasible that he did work on Old Parliament House in Canberra. but anyway we can look at this more at Christmas: Market Garden comes first.
“Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.”—P G Wodehouse
Allied military currency in France - gambled with in run up to d-day - known to American troops as ‘cigar coupons’
Soldier puts rock w/hole in it on dog tag chain … To remind him of England …?
“Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”
― Winston Churchill, Never Give In!: The Best of Winston Churchill’s Speeches
If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without blood shed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.
You ask, What is our policy? I will say; “It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy.” You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory—victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and the oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fall, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.
Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth lasts for a thousand years, men will still say, “This was their finest hour!”
Ah great stuff
Generalleutenant Reichert, watching the invasion fleet open fire from the shore: ‘the whole horizon appeared to be a solid mass of flames’
"The crew of LUCKY PENNY, except for Navigator 2nd Lt. William L. Reese, who was "borrowed" to fly on the 853rd Squadron lead plane, were all killed 8 Jun 1944 at their airbase at Metfield, England. They had aborted their mission with a feathered No. 1 engine and after returning to the airbase, circled the field three times with a full load of fuel and bombs, lost control as they attempted to land and crashed on the field. SSgt. Lester J. Datthyn (Tail Gunner) was not in the crew photo, but was also killed in the crash. William L. Reese (Navigator) was later killed 26 Nov 1944 on the raid over Misbach.”
‘“During breakfast Eddy remarked, ‘This is my last mission, one way or another.’”
A mid-air collision that occurred as the aircraft flew through cloud layers to assemble above the overcast skies claimed the lives of 16 of the 20 crewmen. Maceyra was among those killed.
“Those brave men were all young … all trained for a job performed well, under trying conditions. All were untested, living out their destiny day by day. They are now all gone. They did not go unwept. It is for us to see they do not go unhonored nor unsung.”’
'He attended navigator/bombardier school at Deming Army Airfield in New Mexico and was then sent to Tonopah Army Air Field in Nevada where he was assigned to a B-24 bomber crew.
“We flew low-level missions at about 100 to 200 feet and the gunners would shoot at cactus. Sometimes they got excited and put holes in the farmers’ water tanks,” he said, laughing.’
It was considered bad luck to volunteer for a mission
Supplies for airborne troops were in wicker baskets, most in the bomb bay, some in the ball turret hole
Sterlings, Halifaxes and c-47s towed the gliders
Shots of whiskey when they finished missions
Moved to north pickenham 15th, 16th and 17th August 1944. Didn’t change tail markings (green w/horizontal white stripe) to the markings previously associated w/ the 492nd (the “hard luck” group: white w/ diagonal black stripe). That marking had a reputation with he Luftwaffe, and bad luck
Ice cream for dinner, where did they get t? Test flight at 24,000 feet, made it up there
Cold on truck on way back from mission, popped open parachutes and wrapped up in them
‘Scarecrows’ - huge incandescent explosions. Were they really German flak rounds designed to look like an exploding plane and demoralise allied troops, or was this a myth propagated by bomber command? Were they actually just planes with a full load of bombs/flares exploding?
Dude got airsick on first mission, took off oxygen mask to puke, then passed out. Nearly died
I hope I never have to spend another birthday away from my wife and children
“The CQ (?) woke us at 0400, breakfast at 0430, briefing at 0530, “lets go now, hitler has a party planned for you today!” Someone threw a shoe at him as he ducked out the door” frank Lewis, radio operator, ray trapp crew
Chuck Yeager was flying mustangs with the 357 fighter group at this time!
"A Catholic priest visited us this evening and asked if anyone wanted Confession and Holy Communion. I nearly went but since the war started, my belief in a God had suffered a reverse. I couldn’t equate all the killing by two sides, both of whom claimed to be a Christian society. I was, as Gary Cooper would says ‘kinda mixed up inside’."
Trevissick (manor house in Cornwall) - officers billets
"The big black"- sleep
"Sand-ratting"- going to see seaside whores
Why would any Englishman in his right mind leave a perfectly good war?
Pissing against wheels (“christening”), for luck. Teddy bears, not washing flight suits, etc Alice Faye, lee Tracey (wisecracks), Clarke gable(lover), James Cagney (fighter) - ‘they call us babes in arms’ ‘you stepped out of a dream’ - these are all cultural touchstones!
"they’ve all joined the Kate" - kate carney - army
"if hrteyre american trhere as likely to drpop the bloody lot on us"
‘“I want Lady Luck No. 2 painted on my plane; do you give a money-back guarantee if I’m shot down?” Olsen painted the requested nose art (no record of a guarantee), but the pilot was back in a month, “Now I need Lady Luck No. 3!” Olsen then asked the pilot if he thought he should change the name of the plane, but the pilot was adamant, so Lady Luck No. 3 it was. “I never saw him again,” said Olsen, “but he made it back – as far as I know.”’
CarpetBaggers aka 801 & 492 BG, was The American unit that flew spies - both British & U.S.A. OSS agents - using B-26s, B-17s, B-24s, Lysanders plus others, into and out of Europe. They took on the designation of 492nd Bomb Group after August 13 of 1944 when the daylight bombing version of 492 BG was disbanded.
from here: http://www.taphilo.com/history/8thaf/8thAFUnitMarkings.shtml
One of the problems of lossing so many a/c at one time is that the replacement pilots have no experience thus they cannot fly formations as tight as required when flying into Germany and thus makes it even easier for them to be shot down by enemy fighters.”
unlucky for the 492nd huh. the basis for “12 o’clock high”?
from here: http://www.taphilo.com/history/8thaf/8thAFUnitMarkings.shtml
writing a little bit of intro for the masks project
really hard to not make it sound too fine-arty/ could write so much bullshit. the interaction between high-end and low-end cultures, the vernacular media used to recreate the objects of worship, the fact that they are almost like living cartoons, like toys, etc etc
what i’ve come up with is this:
'This project is related to cargo cults: religions of tribal societies who worship more advanced cultures. Many cargo cults developed in the South Pacific during and after World War Two, as the United States moved so many troops and so much equipment through them.
With this project, I had in mind a tribal society who was contacted by a modern military force. What specifically fascinates me about the cargo cults is their reconstruction of planes, runways and other high-end matériel from low-end media. The project is an attempt to approximate highly advanced machines, using the simplest of techniques. ’