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"It's a total miracle." A flight attendant still strapped in her seat survived being thrown from an Air Canada plane that collided with a fire truck at New York's LaGuardia Airport, according to her daughter. ktla.com/news/flight-at…

A true miracle. This sweet little boy was thrown from the height of three floors by the blast wave of a ballistic missile that struck near his home in Arad, Israel. He survived. He’s alive, in good health, and now recovering. Thank God. ❤️🙏🇮🇱

A Holocaust survivor was surprised Monday with a 100th birthday celebration outside his Yonkers home, where police, firefighters and city officials gathered to honor him. Alex Abramowicz stepped outside his door-marked by a mezuzah-to find the group assembled after a blizzard delayed his birthday plans. He survived the Nazi occupation of his Polish hometown, endured a concentration camp, and was later liberated in 1945 before building a life in the United States. “What did I do to deserve this?” he asked.

Give it up for Kayleigh Williamson ! She’s one of the first women to run the NYC Marathon with Down Syndrome…🙌

Well Good Evening !!

He saved children from the Holocaust without speaking a single word. The world remembers Marcel Marceau as the master mime. The man in the striped shirt and white face paint. The artist who could make you see invisible walls and feel imaginary wind. For decades, he performed on the greatest stages of the world, moving audiences to tears without uttering a sound. But long before the applause, before the spotlight, before the fame, he was simply Marcel Mangel. A Jewish teenager in occupied France whose father had just been taken. It was 1944. His father, a kosher butcher in Strasbourg, had been arrested by the Nazis and deported to Auschwitz. He would never return. Marcel knew his family was being hunted. He changed his surname to "Marceau" and made a decision that would define the rest of his life. He joined the French Resistance. His mission was unlike anything most soldiers faced. There were orphanages scattered across France, filled with Jewish children whose parents had already been murdered or deported. These children were next on the Nazi lists. Someone had to get them out. Someone had to lead them across dangerous territory to neutral Switzerland, where they might have a chance to survive. Marcel volunteered. The journeys were terrifying. He would gather groups of children—sometimes as young as four or five—and lead them through forests and mountains toward the Swiss border. Nazi patrols were everywhere. A single sound could mean death for everyone. One child's cry, one moment of panic, and they would all be discovered. How do you keep frightened children quiet when their lives depend on absolute silence? Marcel understood something others didn't. Fear makes children cry. But wonder makes them hold their breath. During those dangerous treks through the darkness, Marcel would use his gift. He would perform for the children. Silent pantomimes that transformed terror into enchantment. He became a character they could follow, a game they wanted to play. In the moonlight, he mimed catching invisible butterflies. He pretended to trip over imaginary logs. He acted out stories that made the children smile even as they walked through the night. He made silence feel like magic instead of a rule they had to follow. Over the course of the war, working alongside his cousin Georges Loinger and other resistance fighters, Marcel helped save dozens of Jewish children. He didn't just guide them through forests. He forged identity documents, altering birth certificates and creating false papers that gave these children new identities and new chances at life. After the liberation, Marcel Marceau became one of the most celebrated performers of the 20th century. He toured the world. He influenced generations of artists. He received standing ovations in every language. But he rarely spoke about what he had done during the war. When asked why he chose silence as his art form, he often referenced his father, murdered in Auschwitz. He once said that the survivors who returned from the camps could never find words for what they had experienced. "My name is Mangel," he explained. "In German, it means 'the lack.' I mime the lack of words." His silence on stage wasn't just performance. It was remembrance. Marcel Marceau proved that art can be more than entertainment. In his hands, it became survival. It became resistance. It became a way to transform fear into hope, to lead the vulnerable to safety, to speak volumes without making a sound. He didn't need weapons to be a hero. He didn't need speeches or slogans. He just needed to move, and in moving, to give frightened children a reason to trust, to follow, and to believe they might see tomorrow. The applause that followed him for six decades was deserved. But the silence he kept about his greatest performance—the one that saved lives in the darkest forests of Europe—might have been the most powerful act of all.

Pods of dolphins were seen leaping and spinning through the air in a breathtaking close encounter 🐬

@BillFromIraq @BuzzPatterson Agreed!!

@2Rebels @BuzzPatterson Thanks. There are still good people but we are silenced by fools and liars.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was a recently retired Air Force lieutenant colonel, pilot, and a wet-behind-the-ears pilot for Delta Air Lines. I was scheduled to fly that morning from Atlanta to New York’s LaGuardia Airport with a departure around 9:30 AM. As I was kissing my wife and children goodbye for a few days, I noticed the living room television in the background and witnessed the impact into the first World Trade Center tower. Katie Couric and NBC were speculating that it was a small, private aircraft that had somehow wandered off course and collided with the tall tower. I sat down on the couch and told my wife, “There is no way.” It was a crystal-clear blue day in New York City, absolutely perfect for flying. Pilots refer to this as “visual flight rules.” The aftermath of the first attack was demonstrably more devastating than anything a private small craft could produce. As we sat there, I watched the second aircraft hit the sister tower. Same immediate damage, and a convincing display of force. “That’s a lot of jet fuel,” I said. “We’ve been attacked.” It was yet to be determined who the attackers were, but we’d quickly learn that it was racial Islamic terrorists seeking to undermine the U.S. and kill Americans. And I immediately knew that my former boss, President Bill Clinton and his administration were largely to blame. A few years previously, I’d been assigned to the White House and was Clinton’s Air Force Military Aide and carrier of the “nuclear football.” The “dereliction of duty” of the Clintons had come home to roost. The Delta Operations Center called me and said, “You’re not going anywhere. Stay home and hunker down.” The nation’s airspace had been completely closed with the exception of Air Force and Navy fighters that screamed across the silent skies over Atlanta searching for new attacks are eerily remembered. The republic of the United States had been forced to its knees by a group of terrorists operating from caves in Afghanistan.  When the airspace over the nation was reopened three days later, I resumed my trip for Delta and flew the original trip, or “rotation,” from Atlanta to NYC. As we were making our final descent into LGA, I looked to my left and saw the attack scene in downtown New York. Just over my shoulder. It was still on fire, and the smoke billowed hundreds of feet into the sky. It was quiet and sobering. I asked the passengers on the left side of the jet to take a look and remember. Now, 26 years later, it’s important to remember exactly what happened and how we got there. As the military aide to Bill Clinton, I was privileged to see the same intelligence that our president and senior staff members were privileged to see. When I first arrived at the White House in the spring of 1996, I immediately began seeing message traffic that suggested there were Al Qaeda plans to pull off a significant attack on U.S. assets involving the hijacking of American targets of the Trade Center, Pentagon, Chicago’s Sears Tower, and Los Angeles. As a pilot, that fact obviously raised the hairs on my neck. And I started paying attention to the commander-in-chief and the decisions that he made.

As a kid in the New York area I never understood why my father was a Detroit Tigers fan. When I got older, I found out it was because of Hank Greenberg. At the time I thought oh, that’s cool. But now, in this current environment of festering Jew hate we find ourselves in, it means so much more. I get it now, dad. I get it.

In honor of TSGT Ashley Pruitt. A devoted mother, loving wife, and loyal friend a warrior who answered the call without hesitation. She gave her life in service to this nation, KIA over the skies of Iraq on March 12, 2026. Her courage soared beyond the horizon, her sacrifice forever etched in our hearts. "To the edge of night." Your watch has ended-we have the watch now.

The dog tags of 58,307 US soldiers killed during the Vietnam War at the Harold Washington Library Center, Chicago

Boats bring in fans for the first game at Candlestick Park, 1960. San Francisco's brand new ballpark sat right on the edge of the Bay, and on Opening Day, some fans skipped the traffic and arrived by water.

@BillFromIraq @BuzzPatterson Even though this country is in a crazy, chaotic frame of mind currently, your involvement in the military was and remains very important, necessary, honorable AND COURAGEOUS!!! Never forget that!!!

@2Rebels @BuzzPatterson Thanks friend. Sometimes i wonder if it was worth it.

@BillFromIraq @BuzzPatterson Thank you for your service AND sacrifice!!!🤝🤝🤝

@BuzzPatterson I was a retirement-eligible Army lieutenant colonel who could have bailed out like so many of my War College classmates did to avoid the coming fight. My father was working at WTC status unknown. 4 years later i was full-bird COL in Iraq after turning down well-earned retirement

@wanderngthebchs Yesss!!!

@2Rebels It was unbelievable #Sunset

Beautiful sunset AND it's a chilly 74°!!!

@LIB3RTYforALL It's been in the 90's here since Monday and it's supposed to last at least another 7-10 days!!🥵

@2Rebels Thanks for the mention. I am in NorCal. supposed to be 90 here today, would be ALL TIME March record. Some place down there inland in desert was 114 last couple days.

Chuck Norris didn't join the Marine Corps...the Marine Corps applied to him. Heaven’s streets have always been guarded by Marines. Today, Chuck Norris reported for duty. We mourn the passing of Chuck Norris, a @usairforce veteran, who also became an honorary Marine in 2007 when awarded the title by then Commandant of the Marine Corps, Gen. James T. Conway. Chuck Norris is one of just over 100 individuals to be awarded the title of Honorary Marine in the entire 250-year history of the Corps. Some missions may require a battalion, but this one just requires an Honorary Marine. #USMCHistory #USMC #SemperFidelis

Arnold Schwarzenegger pays tribute to Chuck Norris: "An Icon. I am grateful that I was able to work with him in multiple ways over the years, from promoting fitness to sharing the screen together. He was a badass, in real life and in Hollywood. His legend will be with us forever. My thoughts are with his family.” variety.com/2026/film/news…