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Erwin Rommel during WW1
These are some facts and curiosities about Erwin Rommel during WW1:
When the First World War broke out, Rommel was employed on the Western Front in the offensive led by the German army against the joint French and British armies.
Rommel earned his first decoration on 24 September 1914, when he was awarded the Iron Cross 2nd class following an individual attack on five French soldiers in a forest near Varennes.
He was awarded the highest German military honour, the Order Pour le Mérite, which he received for the leadership skills demonstrated, with the rank of lieutenant, on the Italian front especially during the Battle of Caporetto in autumn 1917.
He was promoted to the rank of captain in January 1918.
For a time, Rommel served in the same infantry regiment as Friedrich Paulus, who, like Rommel, rose to the rank of Field Marshal during World War II.
He was wounded three times during the war
Sources:
Wikipedia: Erwin Rommel
Military Wiki: Erwin Rommel
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Photos of Erwin Rommel :)
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I drew a kind of WWII lighthearted stuff *sweats profusely*
To be honest these two pics of marshal Montgomery I came across was what started this whole madness....
WHY though~~~~???
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Colorized recording of Erwin Rommel's visit to the Goebbels family in September 1942.
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Better have a good enemy than a crazy friend (cont.)
I re-used Rommel from a previous work, because I like this Rommel but dissatisfied with the other work :/
Two Scorpios. INTERESTING.
The whole thing started with this post. The said friend finally agrees to help a little bit with fanfic. She doesn't speak English and I'm clueless with omegaverse; that is a problem LOL.
Here goes nothing.
They’ve been through this ritual for… how many days now? Making love in abandonment till the slim golden dawn undulates across the desert’s pale dunes. The intercourse continues well into morning hours, when the sun begins to burn their fragrant skins a little, and the inside of Rommel’s lower belly laden with his enemy’s alpha seeds.
“Indeed, this grand scenery does not exist in Europe.” Monty says as he sits up, “here, in Africa, this is the hill I am willing to die on.” Then, he smiles at his own military humor. Rommel lazily eyes him, still basking in post-coital bliss. He could only make out “Europe” and “Africa” from the other man’s monologue.
Montgomery along with his squad captured Rommel when the daring Fox got too close to the British base, during a foolhardy scouting mission with limited supplies of his necessary medicines. Once Montgomery accidentally triggered his enemy’s omega response, the Fox becomes Monty’s willing POW-- even his iron will had to bend before this primitive drive. Rommel knew it was his own blunder, and a terrible one. He has no right to complain.
Rommel grabs the English man’s hand and places it on his abdomen, muttering a few German words. Monty playfully wanders his hand downwards between his thighs. The Fox snaps it back, places Monty’s hand, yet again, on his flat belly. Seeing Montgomery in the mood of messing around, Rommel gives up communication, punches him squarely in the face, gets up, collects his clothes, promptly walks off towards the general direction of the Afrika Korps.
Montgomery does not treat him like a POW. It’s his own blunder. Rommel thinks to himself in utter frustration.
“Wait! I apologize! What is it you want to say? I'm listening!” Montgomery catches up to him, his face freshly swollen from the punch. He has nothing on him but his iconic black beret and underwear, a rather pathetic sight for this good general, but one that gives Rommel the illusion that the otherworldly love between enemies is possible.
Rommel sighs, damn this language barrier, damn that this barrier is powerless against enemy penetration into his soul. He carefully brings out a medal from his uniform front pocket, places it in Montgomery’s palm. It is both small and light and incredibly heavy, its color creamy porcelain blue.
“I am a man of duty, both to my country and my wife. I cannot further blacken my already tainted conscience.” He says, in a tongue he knows the other man does not comprehend, “But I do owe you. I’ll bring this child to you and reclaim my honor, eventually. I’ll be a part of their life until the very end of mine. This embodies my highest promise to you.”
Montgomery could tell it is the renowned Pour le Merite, prized treasure of all the 3rd Reich's officers. His heart sinks a little.
“Here.” Monty takes the golden badge off his beret, his movements clumsy with haste. “This represents me, all those politicians, and the civilians back in London recognize my status by this symbol. May it be with you, as though I am with you.”
“Thank you.” In a low voice, he speaks the only English he knows. Rommel's intention is to come back for his medal, but Monty has a hunch, they'll never see each other again.
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Tension runs high in the OKH headquarters. Both Halder and von Brauchitsch are absent. Hitler throws the papers flying across the mahogany table. Apart from that, the room is eerily silent.
“I am not going to approve of your discharge, Field Marshal Erwin Rommel.”
“Since I am also implicated in the conspiracy case, Führer, I…”
“Don’t Führer me, you traitor, you whore!” Hitler snaps at him, already showing signs of nervous breakdowns, “Goebbel has been working his head off to promote you as our Reich’s prominent alpha hero! Only a few of us knew what you really are. You have that little extra bit to make you a whore.”
“There never have been any intention in my heart to betray you, Führer . I am speaking with my soldierly honor and utmost honesty. You knew me.”
“You used to be my personal security, but that was in the past. I don’t think I know you anymore.”
True, the trust has been broken completely. Rommel holds loyalty to his country, but not to this angry mess in front of him. Not anymore.
The Führer’s bloodshot eyes darts around his neck: “where is your blue cross Pour le Merite? What is that thing on your chest?”
“It is Field Marshal's gold wire embroidered badge…” Rommel paused, “of the British Army.”
“so you are literally in bed with Bernard Montgomery. I mean, physically and who knows what else, Is that so?”
Rommel understands at this point, in Hitler’s eyes, it is further confirmation of high treason. This whole conversation is a demonstration of his political naivety.
“Who else knows about this... scandal? Does Von Rundstedt know? Your wife Lucy?” Hitler motions the slightly visible bump in Rommel’s belly. Rommel shivers in disgust. He feels exposed.
“My trustworthy chief of staff Alfred Gause does. No one else.”
“Gause runs a good staff. He does not keep a good eye on you for me, however.” Hitler coldly comments, “Does HE know? I mean, the other father.”
“I cannot confirm that.” Rommel whispers.
“I bet that Brit doesn’t speak even a little bit of German. You may as well fuck all day and not exchange a word.” The Führer’s voice is loaded with irony. Rommel falls into a grey silence, a hint of red flies onto his cheeks.
“Old friend,” Hitler changes his tone, a manipulator that he is, “I could still find it in me to forgive you, on one condition: you take a bite of one of these bitter medicines.”
Two black boxes, one contains a cyanide pill, the other an abortion tablet.
“Choose, it’s Führer’s order.”
Rommel chooses; hands steady, his gaze dark. The choices are cruel, but one of them allows him to not break his promise. He’s a man of duty, after all.
“Don’t you beg for mercy?”
“I obey your order, mein Führer.”
He leaves with the pill option. An SS officer escorts him outside.
Friend- Hehe I am satisfied with the historical accuracy.
Me-
#wwii germany#3rd reich#erwin rommel#desert fox#fanfic#bernard montgomery#omegaverse#there is no historical accuracy here thank you very much#wehrmachtblr
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Herr Rommel on his way to occupied Warsaw, 1939.
(I wonder who had the balls to take this photo, not to many photos that I’ve seen of sleeping German officers.)
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A few thoughts on Thrawn’s portrayal in Ahsoka
First thing first: I think they absolutely nailed him.
Lars Mikkelsen is perfect and I don’t think there could ever been another actor fit to bring Thrawn alive. We’re talking about the same man who got an Annie Nomitation for his voice performance in Rebels. He knows the character, he knows how Thrawn speaks, the way he moves, he knows how to use silence... and he absolutely kills it!
And, let’s forget about the new canon for a moment, shall we?
This Thrawn looks like he just jumped out of “Heir to the Empire”.
Looks like Filoni’s going for the more Moriarty-like, more evil Legends Thrawn. And, as much as I love the new books, that’s the Thrawn we first met and loved, the character who became the standard bearer of the Expanded Universe, one of the greatest villains of the franchise second only to Darth Vader and one of the best characters in Sci-fi fiction. That’s a guy who’s politely conferring with you a moment before and the second later he’s having a tractor beam technician be dismembered by his bodyguard.
Pellaeon never even saw Rukh move. Pieterson certainly never had time to scream.
From farther down the crew pit came the sound of someone trying valiantly not to be sick. Thrawn glanced over Pellaeon's shoulder gain and gestured, and the silence was further broken by the sound of a pair of stormtroopers coming forward.
"Dispose of it," the Grand Admiral ordered them, turning away from Pieterson's crumpled body and pinning Colclazure with a stare. "The error, Ensign," he told the other softly, "has now been corrected. You may begin training a replacement."
Timothy Zahn, Heir to the Empire (1991)
The infinite pauses Mikkelsen makes, with Thrawn just staring at his interlocutor in silence, are so unnerving and so perfectly in character. Pick any page of the Thrawn trilogy where the Grand Admiral’s talking to Pellaeon and you’ll find the same feeling of fear and malaise.
And guys, Thrawn was never meant to be likeable. He’s not a puppy, he’s a wolf. He’s someone to be admired for his tactical genius, to be respected for his abilities; you can understand his reasons and his way of thinking but still he’s someone to be wary of and to be feared. You can talk with Thrawn. He will listen and will understand your point, but once you find yourself between him and his goal, you’re dead.
Not surprisingly, Grand Admiral Thrawn was inspired by General Rommel. And they indeed are very similar (I might say they’re basically clones ^^): both military geniuses coming from the lower ranks of society and raising to the highest ranks of the army by sheer talent and yet pretty much naive when it comes to politics and highly opposed by other high ranking officers driven mostly by pure envy (hell! Rommel was taken in higher regard by the British than by his fellow German high ranking officers! In fact, Rommel kept his rank only because Hitler liked him, just like Thrawn did because Palpatine liked him).
Erwin Rommel and Mitth'raw'nuruodo are basically the same person in two different universes...
Both Thrawn and Rommel are well mannered, honourable and very professional officers, considerate to their troops and respectful of their adversaries and as such highly esteemed by both their men and their enemies. That doesn’t change the fact that they both have their fair amount of atrocities on their shoulders, they work for the most evil governments of their age and both have pretty close personal relationships with the Emperor and with Adolf Hitler. And still. You can fight on the wrong side of history and still be an honorable man.
That said, I’ve read complains about Thrawn's physique and yes, I didn’t like his belly either when he first showed up but that was just for a fraction of a second ‘cause the moment he opened his mouth I was totally sold.
Why? Because physical prowess isn’t Thrawn’s main characteristic. Yes, he’s a very well trained warrior and a martial arts expert, but the reason why he’s such a great character is his charisma, it’s his brain and, if I'm right, the Thrawn we have in Ahsoka is the evil cat- ops, I mean ysalamiri-petting Thrawn ^^.
And guys, people do age, even chiss. Thrawn’s 70 years old, he has every right to get old and look old. And that belly looks like a very deliberate choice to me.
Ten years separate Rebels Thrawn from Ahsoka Thrawn, ten years and an inter-galactical hyperspace jump. People change. And get old.
Also, you must consider the fact that Thrawn was wrapped in the purrgill's tantacles when they jumped into hyperspace, so it's safe to assume that he substained heavy injuries and that his body was heavily affected by it. We also don't know how well he fared while stranded for ten years in an unknown galaxy, meddling with stuff he should stay kilometers away from (let's face it: it never ends well when he starts meddling with the Force or anything he has no real grip or power on).
I don't know, but I don't think chiss are made to fly in hyperspace.
So, on a closing note... is Thrawn's make-up perfect? No.
Is that such a big problem? No. What the make-up doesn’t achieve, the actor’s performance will.
And hear me out, there is room for improvement and I’m sure they will fill the gap. They did with Ahsoka… remember how everyone criticized her lekku in The Mandalorian? That was because of an actual, practical reason, but they did manage to correct it and they did improve it. Ahsoka looks great now. And just how they did with her, they will improve Thrawn’s appearance as well.
It’s impossible to nail something at first try. And it's impossible to appease everyone.
I work as a digital artist and I can tell you that sometimes you just can’t do the best you can, because maybe the budget doesn’t allow it or there’s just too little time to do it (or people just keep asking change after change 😒), but once you’ve got the basis, and I think they’ve got pretty solid basis with Thrawn, to improve the look of him adding details and correcting those little errors is gonna be a much easier job and you’ll, see, he’s gonna look much better in the next season.
Sometimes things don’t need to be perfect to work. And Mikkelsen’s Thrawn works, because it’s Mikkelsen and because it’s Thrawn.
#omg#forgive the screed#i just need to talk#i need to vent my excitement somewhere#sorry ^^'#thrawn#mitth'raw'nuruodo#grand admiral thrawn#lars mikkelsen#my thoughts#heir to the empire#star wars legends#erwin rommel#star wars rebels#lars mikkelsen is an absolute monster#and his thrawn is perfect <3#ahsoka#star wars
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With his tunic bleached by the North African sun, Rommel looks every inch the Desert Fox in this photograph!
He was extremely photogenic and made sure the pose was just right for every photo taken. He rarely travelled anywhere without personal photographers.
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Generalfieldmarschall Erwin Rommel, commander-in-chief of the Deutsche Afrika Korps inspects a Heavy flak unit - exact date and location unknown
#world war two#1940s#worldwar2photos#history#ww2#wwii#ww2 history#wwii era#world war 2#ww2history#erwin rommel#Rommel#ww2 colour pictures#western desert#north afrika#north africa#tunisia#desert rat#DAK
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重发🚧
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Generalmajor Erwin Rommel et le Colonel Karl Rothenburg, Commandant du 25e Régiment de Panzer de la 7e Panzerdivision (2e à gauche) – Bataille de France – Juin 1940
©Bundesarchiv - Bild 146-1972-045-08
#WWII#bataille de france#battle of france#armée allemande#german army#wehrmacht#heer#7e panzerdivision#7th panzer division#erwin rommel#karl rothenburg#france#06/1940#1940
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Some pictures of Erwin Rommel
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Erwin's smile 😭😭
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I almost forgot today is the Desert Fox's birthday.
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I would rather be the hammer than the anvil
Erwin Rommel
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Our friend @historyloverbelle commented on this Montgomery/Rommel omegaverse fanfic that they'd like to see a happier ending. I was thinking to myself, OK, I'll try my hand on writing sex scenes, because, why not.
about 10,000 words later, I still have not finished. God dammit.
I ship them so hard I probably have a problem.
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