Am a bit drunk
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Off to my parents' house now... a very merry Christmas to all, back online on the 29th or thereabouts. Prost!
...all over the dastardly Froschfresser.
They are both solidly made (in the traditional manner - sadly a dying art) and surprisingly comfortable when worn with suitably thick socks (being custom made to fit my huge webbed feet helps of course). I expected to be slipping over a lot with dozens of nails in each sole and whopping great heel irons, but was pleasantly surprised to find how good they actually are on paved surfaces. How exactly 'my' division coped whilst at home in Dresden however is quite beyond me - as visitors to the Elbflorenz of the Wettin Kings will know well, the centre of the Saxon capital has whopping great cobblestones everywhere...
I now have all the absolutely vital elements of my uniform together, and am visually fit to represent 'my' regiment at re-enactment events. Everything from here on out will just be a matter of improvements and embellishments - filling out my dogtags and ID documents properly, making a carrying strap for my gasmask tin (which is packed away in its carrying bag on my belt here), and getting hold of a steel helmet and bayonet (I have the frog and decorative Troddel for the latter already).
( More photos - courtesy of Mister KeefCollapse )
Heartfelt thanks are due to DJ Merrick at Aural Apocalypse for giving Kindermord our first airplay ever, and for enthusiastically plugging our stage debut on 14th November.
( NSFW, but your boss will probably find it funny tooCollapse )
To the Fallen of the War to End All Wars
To those who died in the field in Europe, Asia and Africa
And To those who died at sea and under it
To those who were shot, blasted, burned, gassed and crushed
To those who lost their sight and those who lost their minds
To those who lost their faces and could never leave the hospital
And those who survived to preserve the memory of their friends
To those bombed and shelled in their homes and those shot as hostages
To those starved by the hunger blockade and those drowned by torpedoes
To those whose lives were blighted by the loss of loved ones
And those swept away by plague and hunger in the wake of war
To the peoples cursed by the borders of peace to war, and again war
To the peoples exterminated in their homelands by Islamic barbarians
To the peoples destined for future exterminations by gun, gas and famine
To the peoples broken by the wreck of crowns and the scourge of revolution
To the peoples doomed to decades of slavery by blood-crazed ideologues
To our great-grandparents who endured the unendurable and whose hopes are all dust
To the lost future of Europe that was buried before our grandparents were born
We shall not forget
Treue um Treue - Providentiae Memor