#burr smith

Currahee rewatch

A year later I'm mumbling about the historical inaccuracy of all these guys not running around in just shorts? How did Hanks look at Winter's Files and have everyone wearing so many clothes? Dick Winters didn't heal the blind so you could wuss out of the historically accurate portion of the RPF, sir. HBO is the one network you can get away with it on in 2001 but apparently can't get away with in 2025 without Tumblr marking as mature content.

It was May 7, 1945, nearly five years since German soldiers had goose-stepped into city after city. The Allied victory in the Battle of the Bulge had ended that Nazi occupation; as of February 4, 1945, Belgium was free again. As Malarkey sipped his beer, bells started ringing outside. “La guerre est terminée! Les Allemands se sont rendus!” people were shouting in French. Instantly: Smiles! Hollers! Hugs! “The war is over!” an English-speaker, face aglow, said to Malarkey. “The Germans have surrendered!” The grateful Belgians bought so many drinks for Malarkey that when he saw someone who looked like Frank Perconte walk by outside, he wondered if it was only the buzz from the beer. But then Perconte saw Don, burst through the pub’s door, and gave Malarkey a huge hug. The reunion only got better when Burr Smith, another Screaming Eagle, rolled by on a trolley—in fact, doing handstands atop the trolley—and joined the celebration. What could be greater, thought Malarkey, than celebrating the war’s end with guys you’d been with ever since Toccoa? The three locked arms. “This is it,” said Smith. “We’re going home!”