In Reality I'll Say

demons:

gemlar:

texnessa:

Ronald Speirs:

Spiers ran over, gave out orders for a mortar team to take out a German sniper position, regrouped the soldiers, and provided Easy Company with some much-needed tactical direction. The assault continued, morale was bolstered, and the Americans stopped getting their fucking asses handed to them on a silver platter. Then there was this whole issue of the assault force being stupidly divided into two teams, neither one really coordinating properly with the other.

Speirs had a plan there, too, and it’s got to be one of the most awesome/badass/crazy battlefield plans ever devised – Ron Speirs just grabbed his rifle and fucking ran directly through the German positions to reach the Americans on the other side. No shit, he fucking blew past Nazi artillery crews, riflemen, and Tiger tanks like he was out for a run around Boston Common on a quiet Sunday morning.

At this point basically every German firearm in the town of Foy was trying to bust a chunk of lead into Lieutenant Speirs’ brain, but he didn’t give a crap. He ran through the streets, bullets and explosions going off all around him, and reached the Americans on the other side.

Then, once he gave them his updated orders, he fucking ran BACK THROUGH THE GODDAMNED TOWN to his original position. How nuts do you have to be?! (via Badass of the Week: Ronald Speirs)