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🙏🇺🇸🙏 He painted his face for war and jumped into enemy territory before the invasion even began. Jake McNiece turned fear into a weapon. Jake McNiece was a U.S. Army paratrooper in World War II. Part of a demolition unit later called the Filthy 13. They were not known... for discipline. They were known for results. Before D Day, he made a decision. Shave their heads. Paint their faces. Not for show. For survival. Cleaner in battle. Harder to recognize. More terrifying to the enemy. Then came June 6, 1944. He jumped into Normandy behind enemy lines. Gunfire. Darkness. Chaos. Most missions lasted hours. His lasted over 30 days. Cut off. Surrounded. No safety. He kept fighting. Destroying targets. Disrupting enemy movement. Living inside hostile territory. Then he did it again. He joined the Pathfinders. An elite group sent in first. Always first. Dropping behind enemy lines in the Battle of the Bulge. Marking zones. Guiding aircraft. Doing the work others depended on to survive. No spotlight. No fame. Just dangerous missions few could endure. Most people will never know his name 🙏🇺🇸🙏show more

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In 1499, Michelangelo overheard people crediting his greatest work to someone else. He snuck into St. Peter's at night and carved his name on the sculpture. He regretted it immediately and never signed anything again for the rest of his life... He was 24 years old. The year before, a French cardinal had paid him 450 gold ducats to sculpt a statue for his own tomb. The contract had one strange clause: it had to be "the most beautiful work of marble in Rome, one that no living artist could better." Michelangelo had never completed a major public commission. He accepted anyway... He carved for two years from a single block of Carrara marble that he later called the most perfect stone he ever worked. What he produced was the Pietà: the body of Christ, lifeless, across the lap of his mother. When it was unveiled, visitors refused to believe a 24-year-old Florentine had made it. They credited the work to a more famous Lombard sculptor. So according to Vasari, Michelangelo slipped into the basilica with a chisel and carved his name in Latin across the sash running between Mary's breasts: MICHAELANGELUS BONAROTUS FLORENTINUS FACIEBAT. "Michelangelo Buonarroti, the Florentine, made this." Then he vowed never to sign another work. He kept that vow. Through the David. Through the Sistine Chapel. Through the dome of St. Peter's. Through 65 more years of work, until he died at 88. Not one of them bears his name. What I can never quite get over is that he was only 23 when he started. A young man who believed he could carve the most beautiful object on earth. And then he did... If you enjoyed this, I write a newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonder and beauty of the past, one story at a time. You can join us here: History is more beautiful than we remember.

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James Lucas

38,281 次观看 • 2 个月前

🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael. 🇺🇸💔🙏

🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael. 🇺🇸💔🙏

Trump Girl

33,891 次观看 • 5 天前

During the January massacre, the regime’s murderous thugs were chasing a group of protesters through the streets of Iran. As they fled for their lives into a building, the brave Mohammad Jabbari stayed behind. He held the door shut with his own body for as long as he could, refusing to run, so others could escape to safety. The regime's thugs smashed against the door, then shot him at close range and murdered him on the spot. He gave his life without hesitation to protect his fellow Iranians. Mohammad Jabbari is one of more than 35,000 innocent people slaughtered in the January massacre. He was an honorable hero whose courage will inspire generations. We will never forget his name, or the countless other heroes who fought with unmatched valor against the enemies of humanity. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Iran will be free.

During the January massacre, the regime’s murderous thugs were chasing a group of protesters through the streets of Iran. As they fled for their lives into a building, the brave Mohammad Jabbari stayed behind. He held the door shut with his own body for as long as he could, refusing to run, so others could escape to safety. The regime's thugs smashed against the door, then shot him at close range and murdered him on the spot. He gave his life without hesitation to protect his fellow Iranians. Mohammad Jabbari is one of more than 35,000 innocent people slaughtered in the January massacre. He was an honorable hero whose courage will inspire generations. We will never forget his name, or the countless other heroes who fought with unmatched valor against the enemies of humanity. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Iran will be free.

🇮🇷 Association of Iranian Royalists

180,668 次观看 • 5 个月前

🇨🇳🇮🇶 This is Ahmed Mohammed Jaber Alkalthoom, a 30-year-old from Iraq. The US invasion of Iraq in 2003 turned this child from a wealthy family into a displaced refugee. He left his homeland and went to Syria. He was only 9 years old that year. During the war, one of Alkalthoom’s eardrums was ruptured, leaving him with hearing in just one ear. Nine years later, conflict erupted in Syria as well. In the midst of the Syrian war, Alkalthoom not only endured emotional trauma but also suffered physical injuries. While out buying food one day, he was caught in crossfire and was shot. Afterward, Alkalthoom moved between Lebanon and Egypt before finally arriving in Ningxia, China. There, he began learning Chinese and adopted the name “Wang Lixuan.” The people of China were very kind to him, and he became one of the most popular food bloggers on Chinese social media, affectionately nicknamed “Iraqi Lao Wang.” Lao Wang said that when he first arrived in China, he would get startled whenever someone honked their car horn. On his first day, he fell into deep despair because he thought he heard “gunfire” and saw “troops gathering.” However, he quickly realized he had misunderstood. People around him explained that it wasn’t a military operation but students participating in military training exercises. During the 2024 Spring Festival, while recording food videos in Henan, he was eating at a barbecue stall when the sudden sound of firecrackers frightened him. For a few seconds, his eyes were filled with fear. “I thought it was the sound of a bomb exploding.” Once he realized he was safe, he let out a bitter smile, shook his head, and continued eating. Lao Wang says that so far, he has learned to write three Chinese characters: “爱” (love) and “和平” (peace).

🇨🇳🇮🇶 This is Ahmed Mohammed Jaber Alkalthoom, a 30-year-old from Iraq. The US invasion of Iraq in 2003 turned this child from a wealthy family into a displaced refugee. He left his homeland and went to Syria. He was only 9 years old that year. During the war, one of Alkalthoom’s eardrums was ruptured, leaving him with hearing in just one ear. Nine years later, conflict erupted in Syria as well. In the midst of the Syrian war, Alkalthoom not only endured emotional trauma but also suffered physical injuries. While out buying food one day, he was caught in crossfire and was shot. Afterward, Alkalthoom moved between Lebanon and Egypt before finally arriving in Ningxia, China. There, he began learning Chinese and adopted the name “Wang Lixuan.” The people of China were very kind to him, and he became one of the most popular food bloggers on Chinese social media, affectionately nicknamed “Iraqi Lao Wang.” Lao Wang said that when he first arrived in China, he would get startled whenever someone honked their car horn. On his first day, he fell into deep despair because he thought he heard “gunfire” and saw “troops gathering.” However, he quickly realized he had misunderstood. People around him explained that it wasn’t a military operation but students participating in military training exercises. During the 2024 Spring Festival, while recording food videos in Henan, he was eating at a barbecue stall when the sudden sound of firecrackers frightened him. For a few seconds, his eyes were filled with fear. “I thought it was the sound of a bomb exploding.” Once he realized he was safe, he let out a bitter smile, shook his head, and continued eating. Lao Wang says that so far, he has learned to write three Chinese characters: “爱” (love) and “和平” (peace).

𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦

63,998 次观看 • 1 年前

America will never be the same 🙏 🇺🇸 🙏Todd Beamer was 32 , a husband, a father of two young sons, with a third child on the way , when he learned his plane had been turned into a weapon. On the morning of September 11, 2001, United Flight 93 was hijacked. Through calls to the ground, the passengers discovered the other aircraft had already struck the World Trade Center. Their plane was headed for Washington. Beamer reached an operator, prayed the Lord’s Prayer with her, asked her to tell his wife he loved her, then turned to the people around him. “Are you guys ready? Okay. Let’s roll.” They charged the cockpit. At 10:03 a.m. the plane went down in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. No one on board survived. The Capitol never became a fourth crater. The phrase belongs to one man. The decision belonged to all of them. Remember Todd Beamer. Remember the others who stood up with him. Let’s roll. 🇺🇸🫡🙏

America will never be the same 🙏 🇺🇸 🙏Todd Beamer was 32 , a husband, a father of two young sons, with a third child on the way , when he learned his plane had been turned into a weapon. On the morning of September 11, 2001, United Flight 93 was hijacked. Through calls to the ground, the passengers discovered the other aircraft had already struck the World Trade Center. Their plane was headed for Washington. Beamer reached an operator, prayed the Lord’s Prayer with her, asked her to tell his wife he loved her, then turned to the people around him. “Are you guys ready? Okay. Let’s roll.” They charged the cockpit. At 10:03 a.m. the plane went down in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. No one on board survived. The Capitol never became a fourth crater. The phrase belongs to one man. The decision belonged to all of them. Remember Todd Beamer. Remember the others who stood up with him. Let’s roll. 🇺🇸🫡🙏

Trump Girl

16,853 次观看 • 3 天前

The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

Gabriele Corno

119,678 次观看 • 1 个月前

What happened to George Pickering, the man who held doctors hostage to save his son's life?🙏 The hospital had already declared his son brain dead. They had started the slow process of removing life support. They had even contacted an organ donation team. George Pickering II, the father, refused to accept any of it. He walked into the hospital with a 9mm pistol. He demanded more time. He was drunk, scared, and locked in for hours with SWAT outside. His other son disarmed him fast, but Pickering convinced everyone he had a second gun. He closed the curtain around his son's bed and waited. In those three hours, his son squeezed his hand three times on command. That was the proof Pickering needed. He surrendered peacefully. His son made a full recovery and now works alongside his father in their business. Pickering served around 11 months in jail. Both agree: it was out of love, and they would make the same choice again.

What happened to George Pickering, the man who held doctors hostage to save his son's life?🙏 The hospital had already declared his son brain dead. They had started the slow process of removing life support. They had even contacted an organ donation team. George Pickering II, the father, refused to accept any of it. He walked into the hospital with a 9mm pistol. He demanded more time. He was drunk, scared, and locked in for hours with SWAT outside. His other son disarmed him fast, but Pickering convinced everyone he had a second gun. He closed the curtain around his son's bed and waited. In those three hours, his son squeezed his hand three times on command. That was the proof Pickering needed. He surrendered peacefully. His son made a full recovery and now works alongside his father in their business. Pickering served around 11 months in jail. Both agree: it was out of love, and they would make the same choice again.

✨Red✨

149,255 次观看 • 4 个月前

When 102-year-old World War II veteran Wally King asks you to have a beer at the Stop Bar in Sainte-Mère-Église in Normandy, you have a beer (or two) with Wally King at the Stop Bar in Sainte-Mère-Église in Normandy. What an honor! Wally flew 75 combat missions in the Second World War in P-51 Mustangs and P-47 Thunderbolts. He was shot down in April of 1945, parachuting out of his P-47 over Germany and becoming a POW before then evading both German and Soviet forces on his way to freedom. Legend! I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to Normandy with Wally three times for D-Day commemoration events with the Best Defense Foundation over the past few years. We always have a blast! 🇺🇸

When 102-year-old World War II veteran Wally King asks you to have a beer at the Stop Bar in Sainte-Mère-Église in Normandy, you have a beer (or two) with Wally King at the Stop Bar in Sainte-Mère-Église in Normandy. What an honor! Wally flew 75 combat missions in the Second World War in P-51 Mustangs and P-47 Thunderbolts. He was shot down in April of 1945, parachuting out of his P-47 over Germany and becoming a POW before then evading both German and Soviet forces on his way to freedom. Legend! I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to Normandy with Wally three times for D-Day commemoration events with the Best Defense Foundation over the past few years. We always have a blast! 🇺🇸

Jack Carr

420,132 次观看 • 3 个月前