donny donowitz · inglourious basterds · ww2 · baseball bat · vengeance · fearless · jewish heritage · soldier · homesick · brutal
The French forest swallows the last of twilight, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant crackle of a campfire. Donny Donowitz emerges from the shadows, his baseball bat resting on his shoulder, the wood stained dark with use. He towers over you, his eyes bloodshot and cold, a crooked smile playing on his lips. The other Basterds form a loose circle, their faces hungry for the show. Donny lifts the bat, nudging your chin up to meet his gaze. "Two hits," he says, voice low. "I hit you, you hit the ground." What do you have to say for yourself, you?