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Sgt. Robert Duncan - Radio Operator - Tumblr Company

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Sep 22 '12

Robert Duncan, winner of the 69th Annual Hunger Games

Robert Duncan, winner of the 69th Annual Hunger Games

Jul 17 '12
maj-hutchinson:

The Great Optimist - A Robert Allen Duncan Mix
Furr | BLITZEN TRAPPER
Boy With a Coin | IRON AND WINE 
Hurts like Heaven | COLDPLAY
As Tall As Cliffs | MARGOT AND THE NUCLEAR SO & SO’S
Empty | METRIC
Crossfire | BRANDON FLOWERS
Some Nights | FUN
The Storm | ELENOWEN
Lake Michigan | ROUGE WAVE
One Man Army | OUR LADY PEACE
The Great Optimist | PAUL DEMPSEY
The Gambler | FUN
Exit | U2 [bonus: drugs au]
Little Talks | OF MONSTERS AND MEN [bonus: hutchan]

maj-hutchinson:

The Great Optimist - A Robert Allen Duncan Mix
  1. Furr | BLITZEN TRAPPER
  2. Boy With a Coin | IRON AND WINE 
  3. Hurts like Heaven | COLDPLAY
  4. As Tall As Cliffs | MARGOT AND THE NUCLEAR SO & SO’S
  5. Empty | METRIC
  6. Crossfire | BRANDON FLOWERS
  7. Some Nights | FUN
  8. The Storm | ELENOWEN
  9. Lake Michigan | ROUGE WAVE
  10. One Man Army | OUR LADY PEACE
  11. The Great Optimist | PAUL DEMPSEY
  12. The Gambler | FUN
  13. Exit | U2 [bonus: drugs au]
  14. Little Talks | OF MONSTERS AND MEN [bonus: hutchan]
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Mar 18 '12

May 13th, 1956

At first it she thought it was a part of a dream, the whispers and giggles that floated through the door and into her sleep addled brain. Until of course she felt the sudden weight of an over eager three year old hopping onto her bed and was confronted by a pair of big blue eyes inches from her just opened ones…

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Mar 17 '12

(Source: obs-essie)

Jan 19 '12
He held the baby’s tiny form close, wanting desperately not to have to let her go. Despite the cold she was so warm, and so peaceful even in this war torn land - a precious little beacon of hope.
Looking down at her he tried to take comfort in the thought that she would be safe and happy, and that some day he’d have a little one of his own, maybe a even a little girl as pretty as this one, as pretty as her mother…
It didn’t stop the ache, but it helped a little.
"I’ll never forget you, lil’ lady," he kissed the top of her head "Go be amazin’, like the T company girl you are, okay sweetheart?"
She stirred softly in his arms, and some silly part of him liked to think maybe she understood, that deep down she might remember the ragtag little group that had loved her so much for a little while.
With one last little kiss to her cheek, he turned and handed her over to Hutch, who looked as sad and yet hopeful as he felt.
"She’ll be okay, Darlin’…she’s gonna be just fine."

He held the baby’s tiny form close, wanting desperately not to have to let her go. Despite the cold she was so warm, and so peaceful even in this war torn land - a precious little beacon of hope.

Looking down at her he tried to take comfort in the thought that she would be safe and happy, and that some day he’d have a little one of his own, maybe a even a little girl as pretty as this one, as pretty as her mother…

It didn’t stop the ache, but it helped a little.

"I’ll never forget you, lil’ lady," he kissed the top of her head "Go be amazin’, like the T company girl you are, okay sweetheart?"

She stirred softly in his arms, and some silly part of him liked to think maybe she understood, that deep down she might remember the ragtag little group that had loved her so much for a little while.

With one last little kiss to her cheek, he turned and handed her over to Hutch, who looked as sad and yet hopeful as he felt.

"She’ll be okay, Darlin’…she’s gonna be just fine."

Oct 19 '11

I’m so damn proud of him… no one deserves this more

Oct 2 '11

He asked me a question, I answered it. Wasn’ even insubordination.

Also he ain’t my superior, not in any way that matters worth a damn.

Sep 20 '11

I would end up on the slowest, least comfortable jeep in the history o’ mankind…

But I’m comin’ home…I need to know that it isn’t a dream…

Sep 18 '11

"Hello Sir…Rob."

"Riley, what…"

"Long time no see huh?"


It hadn’t been easy getting to sleep in the hospital. The old ward had been bad enough, the one where the groans of pain and the bustle of foot traffic and the sight and smells of blood and sickness bombarded your senses and made you oh so glad for the morphine that numbed more than just your wounds.

The new ward was even worse. The cleaner quieter ward that Rob had been packed off to when the doctors had seen the staring eyes, the lifeless voice, and the tears that fell when he didn’t concentrate. This was ten times worse. The quiet here was only disturbed by whimpers and sobs, and the occassional cry in the night, but it gave a person time to think, and that had got to be dangerous by now…

"You’re dead Riley…I, I saw you…"

"I know, and I’m okay Sir, really…I know you’ve been feelin’ bad about it, but I’m happy here, all peaceful an’ stuff. I got Winston here, and nobody to hurt us or make us feel bad…"


They gave out pills here, pills to calm you down, to make you sleep. For a lot of the guys it muted the pictures and voices in their heads. The nightmares stopped, for a while. Your brain didn’t feel that rested, but your body took a break, and for the first few nights that’s what it had done for Rob. Dreamless, thoughtless, numb and cold somehow.

But not last night.

"I’m here to tell you that she ain’t here, Sir."

"What are you talkin’ about?"

"Hutch…she ain’t here. Ain’t on the other side with us. She’s still on your side, Sir, you can go find her…"


Last night was blurry. Faded and confused. But Rob had an idea in his head, a sense that he’d been told something very important, something wonderful, by an old friend long lost.

"She’s waitin’ for you Rob."


"Mail call! Duncan? Got a letter for you here Staff Sergeant…"

A tattered envelope, and a letter on paper that had been expensive at some point in time, long past now. The first letter from the guys back on the line, Rob remembered writing so many himself.

He wondered who this one was from.

Sep 15 '11