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Title: We Don't Want the Bacon (What we want is a piece of the divine)
Author: Cog_Nomen
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6,089
Warnings: War imagery, blood, very minor language.
Summary: There are some things war leaves behind, but one must trust that there is a greater plan.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with the characters, and I won't claim WW1 either.
1. The title is taken from the 1918 Hit, We Don't Want the Bacon (What We Want is a Piece of the Rhine). I am slowly becoming familiar with more WW1-era music, and there were a lot of tentative titles for this piece from I Didn't Raise My Son to be a Soldier or Over There, but none stuck like this one. In part, Dean's obsession with bacon made it, in the other part I could make a terrible pun with it. There is some music in this fic, I feel music is important to any SPN themed piece, because it is already so important in the show.
2. The timeline in this is odd and not-exactly-linear, in present tense. With Castiel being the narrative party, I feel I can get away with this. Cass must surely experience time a little differently.
3. In addition, I tried to remember to transfer ownership of a lot of things to Jimmy, instead of Castiel all the time. Obviously the crude workings of a human body are a necessity, but that still does not make one feel ownership. If I should animate a puppet, swinging his arms around via sticks, I do not think of them as my arms. This did not always stick, and I would have liked to fix it, but time did not allow for a through re-editing. It shall have to just be a particular quirk of this piece.
4. Trench life sucked. There is no sex in this piece, which is unusual for me, but I could not in good conscience write it considering the filth, lice, and lack of treatment for STD's. Really, you did not want gonorrhea in the Great War - there were no antibiotics and the treatment was... highly unpleasant
5. The other two songs referenced in this piece are I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a Soldier , and Over There . I proudly own a copy of the sheet music for the latter. I have fudged a tiny bit that Jimmy would know it - assuming it has been heard around at some point while he was 'conscious' within Castiel. It was a hit in 1918.
6. The Angels at Mons.
7. There is a great deal of weapons-geeking, for which I apologize to the gun-illiterate. WW1 weaponry is some of my favourite, as it is so raw and so rapidly developing over the course of the Great War years. If there are any specific questions I will try to clarify for you, just drop me a note.
8. Lastly, First World War.Com is an invaluable resource and an excellent place to start if you are interested in learning more about what was, IMO, the more fascinating of the two World Wars. Also please don't hesitate to drop me a line and I will gladly geek out with you about it. I am lucky enough to have access to the WW1 museum in Kansas City, and the intent to visit it often.
I also apologize for the length of the piece, which I intended to be shorter, then longer, but overall I am happy with the balance I have achieved. These historical crossovers always seem to run away with me.
deancastiel:Title: We Don't Want the Bacon (What we want is a piece of the divine)
Author: Cog_Nomen
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6,089
Warnings: War imagery, blood, very minor language.
Summary: There are some things war leaves behind, but one must trust that there is a greater plan.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with the characters, and I won't claim WW1 either.
1. The title is taken from the 1918 Hit, We Don't Want the Bacon (What We Want is a Piece of the Rhine). I am slowly becoming familiar with more WW1-era music, and there were a lot of tentative titles for this piece from I Didn't Raise My Son to be a Soldier or Over There, but none stuck like this one. In part, Dean's obsession with bacon made it, in the other part I could make a terrible pun with it. There is some music in this fic, I feel music is important to any SPN themed piece, because it is already so important in the show.
2. The timeline in this is odd and not-exactly-linear, in present tense. With Castiel being the narrative party, I feel I can get away with this. Cass must surely experience time a little differently.
3. In addition, I tried to remember to transfer ownership of a lot of things to Jimmy, instead of Castiel all the time. Obviously the crude workings of a human body are a necessity, but that still does not make one feel ownership. If I should animate a puppet, swinging his arms around via sticks, I do not think of them as my arms. This did not always stick, and I would have liked to fix it, but time did not allow for a through re-editing. It shall have to just be a particular quirk of this piece.
4. Trench life sucked. There is no sex in this piece, which is unusual for me, but I could not in good conscience write it considering the filth, lice, and lack of treatment for STD's. Really, you did not want gonorrhea in the Great War - there were no antibiotics and the treatment was... highly unpleasant
5. The other two songs referenced in this piece are I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a Soldier , and Over There . I proudly own a copy of the sheet music for the latter. I have fudged a tiny bit that Jimmy would know it - assuming it has been heard around at some point while he was 'conscious' within Castiel. It was a hit in 1918.
6. The Angels at Mons.
7. There is a great deal of weapons-geeking, for which I apologize to the gun-illiterate. WW1 weaponry is some of my favourite, as it is so raw and so rapidly developing over the course of the Great War years. If there are any specific questions I will try to clarify for you, just drop me a note.
8. Lastly, First World War.Com is an invaluable resource and an excellent place to start if you are interested in learning more about what was, IMO, the more fascinating of the two World Wars. Also please don't hesitate to drop me a line and I will gladly geek out with you about it. I am lucky enough to have access to the WW1 museum in Kansas City, and the intent to visit it often.
I also apologize for the length of the piece, which I intended to be shorter, then longer, but overall I am happy with the balance I have achieved. These historical crossovers always seem to run away with me.
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Date: 13 Dec 2009 00:57 (UTC)Unknowingly, they might have printed an angelic name on the death certificate of 'clean' warfare - horses were a wild element. Trenches would not bolt, or flee backward, even when filled with the light of a thousand angel's wings - or the light of a descending shell. They shared one trait with horses - when injured, they would often fall on their masters.
Because the changing role of horses and mules in WWI totally, 100% reflects the technological changes going on, and you showed that change while also demonstrating how little it meant to the men on the front lines.
We look at the role of planes and arial combat in WWII and take it all for granted; yet planes were barely off the ground at the start of 1913, in the sense of being combat (much less passenger) vehicles. I'm particularly fascinated with the matter of communication in WWI - from birds to 'by man' to wireless, it was a panoramic of ancient to modern, wrenching to catch up. Well hunh, I better shut up now...
That's the first actual review of the museum I've gotten from someone who has been there. Now, I'm very excited about getting out there! Maybe next year...
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Date: 13 Dec 2009 03:03 (UTC)I have a picture somewhere, speaking of communication, of a dog harness used by the germans in WW1, to ferry messages back from the front line. Imagine sending a dog back and hoping it would get all the way to where it needed to be with vital information in time for it to matter! Never mind that their 'advanced' communication relied on laying miles and miles of wire through muddy, wet trenches and hoping that they wouldn't get shelled, stomped on, cut by the enemy, or chewed apart by rats.