gundamnjack:

0083’s OST is really underrated, you can’t even find half of it on youtube. This is one of my favourite tracks.

gundamnjack:

Edit: thanks for the source, supa

bridges7890:

Eat your carrots Kou!

actual RAF-endorsed interrogation method

The Magic of Remembrance

oldtypenewtype:

Gundam 0083 Stardust Memory Vol. 4 OVA video and LD ad in the 10/1991 issue of Newtype. Great picture of Cima and the Lili Marleen. Also, at the bottom we have ads for The Gundam movie trilogy, Char’s Counterattack, Gundam F91 and Gundam 0080.

Mitsuo Hagita - R & R

The most inspirational film scene witnessed during my pre-adolescent life.

racoo5cents:

Always a flair for the dramatic.  Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain; my childhood hero.

thecivilwarparlor:

Memorial Day-Remembering The Forgotten: Confederate Soldiers Who Died at Gettysburg

One of the unfortunate aspects of the Battle of Gettysburg was the way the Confederate dead were handled. Unless buried by their own, the dead were carelessly buried in a shallow graves, with just enough dirt to cover the bodies. The Confederates laid on Gettysburg battlefield for more than 10 years before being moved back to their home states in the South.

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some area of native land where it may get the love of tender kinship from the earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge. The best introduction to astronomy is to think of the nightly heavens as a little lot of stars belonging to one’s own homestead.      

-George Eliot

Story Here: The Forgotten: Confederate Soldiers Who Died at Gettysburg

http://voices.yahoo.com/the-forgotten-confederate-soldiers-died-gettysburg-1325539.html?cat=37 Credit: Gettysburg Reb, Yahoo! Contributor Network

「あやなみさん」/「kico」のイラスト [pixiv]

I’ve forgotten how wonderful Karen was.

One of my wildest Gundam fantasies is to be a rookie mechanic on base with her and have her tutor me harshly in the ways of the machine. Then, after several months of mental misery and split testicles, I’d finally “get it”- coming down from the chassis of a battle-burned mobile suit with my face coated in oil and sweat, she’d place that heavy arm around my neck, lean in with a bro-like familiarity and pass me a flat, humid beer saying only: “Good job…”

No kisses necessary.