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Head and other bandages. Air raid first aid. 1939.
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Head and other bandages. Air raid first aid. 1939.
Internet Archive
Ash Wednesday - 1941
“Miss Iris Davis… spends a great deal of time recovering cats with the aid of a "lassoo” from the debris of bombed house. So far she has rescued six hundred of these feline strays, 8 November 1940.“ Source.
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Convergence - rated T
Chapter 5 of 12 ~ 560words
Summary: There's some confusion about names.
The valise was heavy, and the night was chaotic with the wail of sirens and the flash and crump of explosions. After centuries, it seemed impossible that he could get lost in London, but there it was: halfway to St. Dunstan’s he’d found his path blocked by rubble and had to take a side turning, and now he was hopelessly disoriented, in an alley when he should have been in Great Tower Street – searchlights crossing in the sky above him, sirens beginning to wail. A cat meowed, and – “Hello? Hello? This is the Doctor speaking. How may I help you?”
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A Department store and a tram burst in to flames after a direct hit during a nine hour German air raid - Sheffield, England, 12th Dec 1940
I'm sure someone already pointed it out, but– I just can't get over the symbolism of the church scene in 1941. How the bomb shatters the church and kills the nazis and leaves Aziraphale and Crowley behind.
The bomb literally destroys the Good™ (the church obviously represents Heaven) and the Bad™ (we know that the nazis represent Hell because that's where we meet them again. Also, they're nazis) but it doesn't do any harm to Aziraphale and Crowley, therefore placing them with neither Good nor Bad but rather something in between.
Look at them. The sacred ground is scattered around them, not even sacred anymore, since Crowley no longer is bothered by it. What once was to resemble the Evil is now buried beneath.
But there is Aziraphale, who used a miracle to save not only himself but also Crowley. And there is Crowley, who used a miracle to save Aziraphale's books. Because they care for each other. Because they look out for each other. Because neither of them is solely good or bad, they are shades of grey.
We even see Crowley pulling the bag out of the dead person's hand, which could be interpreted as an act of ultimate liberation from the past. After thousands of years of choosing between Heaven and Hell, Crowley chooses to save the books for Aziraphale.
Even though this scene takes place years before they get cut loose from Heaven and Hell respectively, it already depicts Aziraphale and Crowley as independent from both, as their own team. It's the visual proof that they already are an us.
In the end, it all comes down to them. When Heaven and Hell lose their power, when there's little more than broken pieces left –
Aziraphale and Crowley still survive. Together.
Anyways, I'm going mad over here
Luftwaffe serviceman demonstrating the size of the hole left by anti-aircraft fire in the tail of his Junkers Ju 88 during a sortie over Britain; photograph taken by Helmuth Pirath, October 1940
