Jul 15
Ron Speirs vs. Robert Leckie
Ron Speirs
Robert Leckie
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Ron Speirs vs. Robert Leckie
Ron Speirs
Robert Leckie
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Several Sentence Saturday
Also known as the Loosier fic that probably won't go any further, but it's fun to write a Leckie POV and lean into magenta if not purple prose.
For now, they knew brief safety in their little warren. Brevity was the soul of wit, but it was hell on the nerves when it referred to the times between bombings. It was best to find something to do. Anything at all.
H Company was doing their best from the sounds outside and the scenes within their sanctuary. Runner was trying to steal sleep for his future self. Chuckler was squinting to read the same battered comic book for the hundredth thousandth time. Bob realized he'd taken on the role of observer to occupy his time. He'd made himself into an Audubon surrounded by endlessly odd ducks. Speaking of which, he'd lost sight of Hoosier in the dark. The space they all shared was only so big, a man would have to collapse upon himself in a deeper dug hollow to be hidden.
Of course, Hoosier had spent the first hour carving just that. Bob took it upon himself to invade this one modicum of personal space. Hoosier sat cross-legged on the ground in that way familiar to small children or readers of The Arabian Nights flush with knowledge of magic carpets. He was busy chipping at something that Bob couldn't see. His hunched back acted as a wall of protection against meddling, even from above.
"You mind?" came the annoyed petulance Bob would never admit warmed his very soul. It was more precious from being born out of what was now another era of life.
"Not at all," he replied. "You taking up art as a hobby there, Hoosier?"
"You continuin' to be nosy?"
"I'm observant."
Hoosier points loosely with the knife in his hand. "You. You are an asshole."
Robert Leckie vs. George Luz
Robert Leckie
George Luz
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Robert Leckie vs. Bubbles Payne
Robert Leckie
Bubbles Payne
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i am the only person in the world to ship genderbent eugene sledge and robert leckie together.............get on my level.
genuinely a fascinating scene for me. is this about leckie's desires? is it something more? is he longing for someone? is it stella? is it vera? is he melancholic about love in general or the situation he's in? is it just plain want? is it strictly sexual or a desperate need for connection? its sooo layered and voyeuristic. & infinitely interesting to me!
We felt like theology students whose instructor takes his leave after presenting the most compelling arguments against the existence of God. Our faith in victory had been unquestioning. Its opposite, defeat, had no currency among us. Victory was possible, that was all; it would be easy or difficult, quick or prolonged, but it would be victory. So here came the disturbing Hoosier, displaying the other side of the coin: showing in defeat. It shook us, and it was from this moment that we dated the feeling of what is called expendability.
-Robert Leckie,
Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
Leckie, Phillips, Basilone
“There are things men can do to one another that are sobering to the soul.”
—The Pacific, Part One: Guadalcanal (Leckie)