Barry Hull @PilotJudgment

@Hot_Pepper76 Magnum was a big part of why I joined the US Navy and flew F/A-18s. Thank you Thomas.

@BuzzPatterson Except the girl was 275 pounds.

@ThoNg676733 Because the HOF is a popularity contest, nothing more. Joke.

@CynicalPublius @GeorgeDAndrews2 At that time, in part, yes.

After the surrender of Confederate forces under Confederate General Richard Taylor in Citronelle, Alabama, on May 4, 1865, the respective staffs of both sides met at a social luncheon. Union General Peter Joseph Osterhaus, a recent "German 48er" immigrant, approached General Taylor and spoke in broken English. Osterhaus told Taylor that Southerners would now be instructed in the true American principles to learn to become good Americans. Taylor, the son of a President and the grandson of a Revolutionary War soldier, responded with biting, witty sarcasm. From Taylor's memoirs, "I apologized meekly for my ignorance, on the ground that my ancestors had come from England to Virginia in 1608, and, in the short intervening period of two hundred and fifty-odd years, had found no time to transmit to me correct ideas of the duties of American citizenship. Moreover, my grandfather, commanding the 9th Virginia regiment in our Revolutionary army, had assisted in the defeat and capture of the Hessian mercenaries at Trenton, and I lamented that he had not, by association with these worthies, enlightened his understanding. My friend smiled blandly and assured me of his willingness to instruct me. Happily for the world, since the days of Huss and Luther, neither tyranny nor taste can repress the Teutonic intellect in search of truth or exposure of error. A kindly, worthy people, the Germans, but wearing on occasions." The absurdity of an immigrant Union officer, ignorant of American Founding principles, political history, and culture, lecturing an old-stock Southerner, whose family had been here from the very beginning, on Americanism.

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Ray Lambert had already been shot twice and blown up once before he ever set foot on Omaha Beach. He had survived the invasion of North Africa in 1943. Then Sicily. Each time he had been wounded. Each time he had gone back. By June 6th, 1944, the 23-year-old Staff Sergeant and head medic of the 16th Infantry Regiment's 2nd Battalion was on his third invasion in two years. He had already won a Silver Star for running through German lines in North Africa to drag wounded men out. He was not supposed to survive a third one. Lambert landed in the first wave at Omaha Beach. Of the 31 men in his landing craft, only 7 survived the day. The other 24 were killed before they even reached the sand. He started working immediately. The first bullet hit his right arm and shattered the bone. He kept going. A second round tore through his right elbow as he was pulling a wounded soldier through the surf. He kept going. Something hit his leg and opened it down to the bone. He put a tourniquet on himself, injected himself with morphine from his own kit, and kept going. He found a slab of concrete on the beach that offered a few inches of cover. He set up a treatment zone behind it, dragging men out of the water and working on them one by one under constant fire. That piece of concrete is still there today. People who visit Omaha Beach call it Ray's Rock. Then a loose landing craft ramp swung loose in the surf and slammed into him. It broke his back. He kept going. Lambert lost count of how many men he treated. The official record credits him with saving at least 15 lives that morning. Other accounts say closer to two dozen. He worked until his body physically stopped, collapsing unconscious at the edge of the surf, bleeding from multiple wounds, his back broken, still in the water. A doctor spotted him. A landing craft pulled him out. Here is the part that does not feel real. Lambert's brother, Euel, had also been wounded at Normandy that day. The two brothers were loaded onto the same evacuation landing craft. They were placed in the same wheeled ambulance. They were taken to the same tent hospital in England. They were brought into the same operating room at the same time. Lambert spent almost a full year recovering before he could walk properly again. He went home. He lived quietly for decades, rarely talking about what happened. In 2019, at the age of 98, he went back to Normandy and stood on the beach again. He published a memoir called Every Man a Hero. It became a New York Times bestseller. In 2021, Ray Lambert died peacefully at home. He was 100 years old. He had three invasions, four serious wounds, a broken back, a Silver Star, multiple Bronze Stars, multiple Purple Hearts, and two dozen men who came home because he refused to stop moving on the worst morning in American military history. Today is June 6th. Remember him.

Private Carlton Barrett was possibly the smallest man in his regiment. 5 feet 4 inches tall. 125 pounds. On the morning of June 6, 1944, he landed at Omaha Beach in neck-deep water, machine gun fire cutting the surface all around him. He made it to shore. Then he turned around and went back in. A soldier was drowning. Barrett pulled him out. Then another. Then another. For hours, under constant fire, this 125-pound man waded back into the surf again and again, pulling drowning men to safety and physically carrying the wounded to evacuation boats offshore. But he didn't stop there. He ran dispatches the full length of the fire-swept beach. He found soldiers paralyzed by shock and calmed them back into action. He appeared wherever the crisis was worst, doing whatever needed doing, treating rank and personal safety as irrelevant details. He did this for hours without stopping. His Medal of Honor citation says his courage had "an inestimable effect on his comrades." That is military understatement for: this small, anonymous man held that section of beach together through sheer force of will. He survived the war. His comrades later said his life darkened after he came home. He lived quietly and died in 1986 in California, largely unknown outside of military history circles. 5 feet 4 inches. 125 pounds. He went back in. Remember him.

@SamaHoole I like my coffee black, like my heart.

@southgrace427 @mrcoffeedea Can you tell me where you got your top? I want to get one for my wife.

@eagameover Thank you, she's slowed a lot, but hanging in there.

@Andrew_Maj42 AI

@GretchenPSmith Holy F.

@GretchenPSmith Beer, cigarettes, and cleavage please. Thank you Gretchen.

@CigarAficMag Friday night

@mazemoore Pelley does have that amazing furled brow though.

@grey4626 @Ghostofcynthia Long live your dad.

@RCEY28 @AllieJade1 It wasn’t because she was pretty. It was because they were dammed ugly.

@TheFive @greggutfeld Not true Harold. All presidents haven’t had big egos. Our first president, George Washington, had to be begged to take the job. Think again my friend.

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