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What happened to Wendy’s? Went recently after not going for years and the burger was garbage. The fries not much better. No taste at all and small. It was Burger King level trash. The level of food quality is garbage now. I’m amazed these places still exist.

How high do you have to be to come up with this?

This is what my neighbors see when I go out to pick up Amazon packages. 😉👍

Which bed would you sleep in? 🤔

🙏🇺🇸🙏 He was 22 years old in 1918 when he dropped out of military school to join the Marines for World War l. The war ended ten days after his commission. They told him to go home. Lewis Burwell "Chesty" Puller resigned. Then reenlisted as a private. If they wouldn't let him fight as an officer, he'd fight as a grunt. He wasn't there for the rank. He was there for the fight. Over the next 37 years, he found it everywhere. Haiti. Nicaragua. Guadalcanal. Peleliu. Korea. Five major campaigns. Four wars. More combat than most Marines see in three lifetimes. By the time he retired in 1955, Puller had become the most decorated Marine in American history— five Navy Crosses, the nation's second-highest award for valor, earned five separate times. On Guadalcanal in 1942, his battalion came under relentless vapanese assault at Henderson Field. Three companies were surrounded. Ammunition was running out. Reinforcements were miles away. Puller ran to the shore, signaled a Navy destroyer, and directed fire while landing craft evacuated his men. They called it impossible. He called it Tuesday. That earned him his third Navy Cross. On Peleliu in 1944, his battalion fought so fiercely the Japanese believed they faced an entire division. They weren't. They were facing Chesty Puller. But it was Korea—the frozen hell of Chosin Reservoir in December 1950—where his legend was sealed. His regiment was surrounded, tens of thousands of Chinese troops closing in. Sub-zero temperatures. No escape. A reporter asked what he planned to do. Puller looked at him like he'd asked the dumbest question in military history: "We've been looking for the enemy for some time now. We've finally found him. We're surrounded. That simplifies things." Then he rallied his men: "Don't forget that you're First Marines! Not all the Communists in hell can overrun you!" They fought out. Frozen, wounded, outnumbered —but unbroken. He earned his fifth Navy Cross and a Distinguished Service Cross from the Army for that action. His nickname came from his barrel chest, thrust forward like a challenge to the world. Legends said a steel plate had been surgically inserted after a battle wound. Puller didn't know. He wore it like armor. He led from the front. Refused to eat until his men were fed. Marched, slept, bled with them. When promoted to colonel, they offered a desk job. "I'm not a museum piece," he said. "I belong with my outfit." His men loved him. Feared him. Trusted him with their lives. More than 50 years after his death in 1971, Marine recruits still end their day: "Goodnight, Chesty Puller, wherever you are!" Old breed? New breed? "There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed." Chesty Puller didn't just fight wars. He built the legend that defines what it means to be a Marine 🙏🇺🇸🙏