#fraternisation

[treenahasthaal]

It came as a surprise more than anything to Vader to find out that his son liked men.

He’d felt a disturbance in the Force; a moment of sheer joy and a certain giddiness that had come from Luke. Curious, and more than a little intrigued at the sudden flash of light within his son, the Dark Lord had set off through the Executor toward Luke’s apartments. 

As was his way he did not announce his arrival, nor wait to be invited in, he just swept through the doors as they slid aside for him. 

“You might have said you were coming, father,” Luke chided quietly as he drew on his black uniformed jacket. 

“I felt...” Vader started.

“Hey, Luke?” A gruff, male, voice called from the bedroom, getting a little louder as the speaker approached the open door, “Did you see what I did with my pants, I’ve...” a sudden intake of breath. “.... Lord Vader!” 

So now Vader stood quietly contemplating the scene before him; Luke tugging down his now fastened Jacket with wet hair and a growing smile, and an ensign dressed in his uniform sans his regulation pants, also with wet hair but with a terrified expression on his suddenly pale face. 

“Ensign,” Vader managed to rumble, getting over his surprise as his mind managed to put two and two together, and he guessed that’s what Luke and the ensign had just done a few moments before his arrival... and in the shower, too! 

Luke laughed, blue eyes flashing with humour. “Well, this is awkward.” 

Vader allowed a regulated breath to cycle before he spoke again. “I shall see you on the bridge, Lord Commander,” he told Luke, then he eyed the now trembling ensign for a few moments, before he turned and left the room.

He is handsome, my son.

Luke grinned at his father’s approval through the Force, turning to his companion he observed, “You look like a Tooka caught in lights.”

The young man let out a breath! “I thought I was kriffing dead!” 

A head, with similarly wet hair in standardised military cut, popped around the bedroom door, and a tremulous voice asked. “Is he away?”

Send me the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write you the next five few!

[1onepeace]

Le réveil des combattants (numéro 907) édité par l'ARAC portant sur la fraternisation.

[milfitinstitute]

What was the Christmas Truce (1914)?

What was the Christmas Truce (1914)?

Introduction The Christmas truce (German: Weihnachtsfrieden; French: Trêve de Noël) was a series of widespread unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front of the First World War around Christmas 1914. British and German troops meeting in no man’s land during the unofficial truce (British troops from the Northumberland Hussars, 7th Division, Bridoux-Rouge Banc Sector). The truce occurred five…

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[seraphinitegames]

Sorry if this has been asked before but does the Agency have any rules on fraternisation? (Just because I could imagine M taking one look at those rules before blowing their nose with them or A being like “BUT THE RULES” with MC who’s like “A WE’VE BEEN MARRIED FOR 10 YEARS” lol

I think this was asked before, but I can’t find it so I’ll answer again :D

The Agency realises that a lot of their agents only socialise with each other, so fraternisation isn’t really frowned upon.

Although it can sometimes make things difficult, The Agency try to allow for those circumstances just so as their agents have the opportunities of finding someone or someones if they are unable to get out into the world much.

This can vary from team handler to team handler though, as well.

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[makersley]

Louis Barthas's Memorial | Gallipoli | 10 Dec 1915

#OTD in #WW1 #1GM #LouisBarthas wishes for a memorial to fraternity between "enemies": 100 years later, his wish comes true

Gallipoli Let us, at last, talk evacuation. The men on the ground have been preparing for it since General Monro recommended it; all they needed was the official approval from London. Let’s now, with some relief, talk about how it’s going to be done, rather than whether it’s going to be done. General Monro was presented with two competing plans to decide on. The first one was solidly traditional,…

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[makersley]

Barbed wire | 28 July 1915

#OTD in #WW1 The funny story to end all funny stories on #Gallipoli at #ANZAC Cove as the Ottomans steal barbed wire

Second Isonzo Individual Italian units are still pecking at individual strong-points, but all pretence at a coordinated offensive has fallen away. Meanwhile, a fateful decision has just been taken by the Austro-Hungarian high command. First, all work on a fallback line several miles to the rear of the current positions has been stopped, now that it’s clear that the current line is eminently…

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[bronzemenonhorseback]

14 Romeo oh Romeo

The crossing back was a rocky one. Or rather precisely not a rocky one. They all got very seasick. So seasick in fact crossing the channel again was ruled out during world war two. This is how my grandmother tells it. How my mother tells it is that her father did not want to flee. It meant losing everything but the soldiers came put gasoline in their car and told them they had to go. So they went. My grandmother Madeleine a bit older by then but still young, my grandfather Joseph , my mother Anne Marie nicknamed Anny remnant of her mother's english experience no doubt with her brothers and sister Henri, Odette, Etienne, Antoine. All six of them in the car. It was a long slow line through the fields. Most people were on foot. From Leuven to France. The line was very regularly shot at by airplanes. And then they had to run away from the road into the fields spread out and hide. Once they had to get out so fast they weren't able to get the two youngest brother's out in time and had to watch the bullets come down knowing they were still in the car. My mother does not go walking in fields. They saw Dunkerque burn.. Arrived in Normandy. Stayed in the abandoned houses. Those that fled left everything open. There were such beautiful toys in those houses my mother says. Everything was left beautifully ordered but we did not touch anything. We did not dare touch anything. We never played with those oh so beautiful toys. And they arrived too late Belgium and France had fallen. They turned back. When I think of World War One I think of an article I read as a child in a weekly magazine we devoured religiously and eagerly about history science mythology philosophy literature all sorts of things I know it should sound boring and my brother and I two goody two shoes for reading it but it wasn't and we weren't it was fascinating and wonderful and I looked to no avail for something similar when my son was young that talked about how on the first christmas day of world war one a soccer match was played on no man's land between german soldier's and the allies. I still remember the drawings that went with the article. Dark greens, soldier's helmets. No soccer/football in sight. I have told my son this story and now I looked it up. Christmas. No Man's Land. Football. World War One. Wikipedia has an entire entry about it. Read it. There's a youtube song about it. A documentary. A playlist with videos. Watch and Weep. Some tell you it is a one time miracle called The Christmas Truce. A fluke. At best inspired by The Christmas Idea abandoned the day after by soldier's impossibly naive who didn't know just how awful the enemy would turn out to be in the future ahead when is a future not ahead? and indeed this is also how I remember reading it as a child. I am now happy to report that wikipedia tells it differently. Go read it. In fact it should be required reading For All People Everywhere. FOPE. Not only was it not a one time thing. It happened all the time everywhere. In all sorts of wars. In fact so much so it is considered treason and all sorts of measures are taken to prevent it by the big guns calling the shots in their offices who to their dismay observe that humans will fraternize and discover each other's humanity and the stupidity of war if left in common proximity too long. Sow hate and love will spring eternal. Otherwise known as Romeo oh Romeo where art thou my Romeo. Now go read this article. TWT. The Whole Thing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_truce DId I mention I am named after a german friend of my mother who years and years after the war was over lived next door to my newly married mother and father?

[pennysecrets]

Guys, no dolls

Cops are being warned not to flirt, drink or carouse. Damon Runyon smirks.