A Soldier's Whisper✓

“This is my father’s Military shadow box. He was 101st ABN, 502nd PIR, Reg. Hq and served as a radioman for Colonels Michaelis, Cole and Chappuis. Dad survived DDay, Carentan, Operation Marketgarden and the Battle of the Bulge. His wartime letters kept by my mother are forever preserved in the book Comes A Soldier’s Whisper, which led to interviewing hundreds of veterans and publishing their stories and sacrifices.” - Jenny La Sala

RT @BlueSteelHeroes: During the brutal 132 hours of Navy SEAL BUD/S Hell Week, extreme sleep deprivation and freezing water push military candidates past their physical breaking points. Instead of just individual torture, the ultimate test forces exhausted recruits to carry heavy logs and inflatable boats through the punishing Pacific surf. The true challenge isn't surviving the cold—it is functioning as a cohesive special operations team when your mind is completely shattered from zero sleep. Every mistake compounds the suffering for the entire crew, teaching future operators that individual ambition means nothing if you fail the men beside you. This grueling five-day crucible proves that elite military resilience is ultimately about taking responsibility for your team when your body has absolutely nothing left. #NavySEALs #SpecialOperations

RT @BindingVets: Thank you to the authors we couldn't do this without: @mnsibley Norman Fulkerson @Junkyardtactic @dgelliott00 @martywritesonX Coming up: Ken Follett @peterwsinger & @august_cole @GBNT1952 @sstrattonauthor @joelgaines @BlastingThrough Binding Vets, a third place on X Spaces.

RT @Jason_R_Burt: The mother of an American soldier killed in the Philippines during WWII. 🇺🇸 She flew all the way from the United States to visit her son's grave at the Manila American Cemetery in 1967. 🪦

RT @SoldiersWhisper: Chief Special Warfare Operator William Chad “Bill” Mulder, a highly decorated US Navy SEAL, died on June 9, 2017, in Boerne, Texas, 127 days after retiring from the Navy in January 2017. He was a combat veteran of multiple overseas deployments and received numerous awards, including three Bronze Stars with Valor, a Joint Service Commendation Medal with Valor, and others. According to accounts from his widow Sydney and the SEAL community, Mulder struggled with the cumulative effects of combat, including PTSD, traumatic brain injury, insomnia, anxiety, and related issues. On the day of his death, he was on a FaceTime call with his family when he showed a firearm and ended 🕊️ his life; police later found him in his vehicle in a parking lot. The Navy SEAL Foundation and other sources have publicly described his death as resulting from service-connected wounds. He was buried at Arlington National Cemetery. His story prompted congressional action, including the Navy SEAL Chief Petty Officer William “Bill” Mulder (Ret.) Transition Improvement Act, aimed at improving support for veterans during the transition out of the military. #PTSDAwarness #PTSDVeterans #NAVYSEAL #USNAVY #RIP

RT @SoldiersWhisper: Come back to me as a hummingbird I’ll listen so quietly as you Whisper all the secrets of The afterlife in my ear. -John Roedel “Missing you, my Beloved Chris P. Autumn flattens me every year. Thanks for coming to me as a hummingbird, all the time!” - Tracey Schuster Petrakis #RIP #Poems #LOSS #Military

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RT @japan_nobunaga: Four times over the radio, military commanders ordered twenty-one-year-old U.S. Marine Corporal Dakota Meyer to stay back. They told him driving into the valley was certain death. His four best friends were trapped inside that valley. If you want to understand why no army on earth can break the brotherhood of American Marines, look at what that boy from Kentucky did on the morning of September 8, 2009. In the Ganjgal Valley of Afghanistan, an allied patrol walked into a three-sided ambush by more than fifty heavily armed fighters firing rocket-propelled grenades and machine guns from the high stone ridges. A mile away at the rally point, Dakota Meyer listened to his brothers calling for help over the static of the radio. Four times he begged permission to go in. Four times higher headquarters said no. Meyer looked at Staff Sergeant Juan Rodriguez-Chavez. Neither man needed to make a speech. Chavez jumped behind the steering wheel of a Humvee, and Meyer climbed into the exposed gun turret on the roof. They drove straight into the kill zone. not once. Five times. For six straight hours, with shrapnel tearing into his arm and bullets cracking against the windshield, twenty-one-year-old Meyer rode back and forth into that furnace. Each trip, he jumped out into the dirt, hauled wounded men into the truck by their vests, and drove them out alive. He rescued thirteen Americans and twenty-three Afghan soldiers who would have died in the rocks. On the fifth and final trip, under blistering fire, he ran on foot to a shallow trench where his four closest brothers lay silent. They had fought to their last breath. Meyer refused to leave the valley until he personally lifted every single one of their bodies onto his shoulders and brought them home to their mothers. When President Obama placed the Medal of Honor around his neck, Meyer wept and said the medal belonged to the four friends who did not come back. A manual tells a soldier when to retreat. Brotherhood tells a man that he does not leave the mountain without his friends.

RT @EmpireEnjoyer3: The last Marine Corps “fix bayonets” order was given in Fallujah Iraq, in 2004.

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RT @VoicesofWW2: For Hitler's 50th birthday in 1939, the Nazi Party gave him a mountaintop house called the Kehlsteinhaus. The world knows it as the Eagle's Nest. Building it was insane. Around 3,000 workers carved a 6.5 km road into the side of the mountain in roughly 13 months, working through brutal Alpine winters. Several of them died doing it. At the top of the road, you walk into a tunnel bored straight through solid rock. At the end is an elevator lined with polished brass that shoots 124 meters up through the inside of the mountain and opens directly into the house. Inside, the main room had a red marble fireplace that was a gift from Mussolini. And Hitler barely used any of it. He was uneasy with heights, nervous that lightning would strike the elevator, and complained that the thin air at 1,834 meters bothered him. Historians estimate he went up fewer than 20 times. He much preferred his house at the Berghof down below. The person who loved it was Eva Braun. Her sister Gretl's wedding reception was held there in 1944. In April 1945, the RAF sent hundreds of bombers to flatten the Obersalzberg complex. The Berghof was wrecked. The Eagle's Nest, sitting alone on a peak, came through basically untouched. Today it's a restaurant and beer garden. Tourists ride the same brass elevator, and the profits go to a local charitable foundation. The most famous Nazi retreat in the world ended up serving cake to tourists for charity.

RT @Jason_R_Burt: 84 years ago today, 25-year-old Sergeant John Basilone of the United States Marine Corps was in the fight of his life on Guadalcanal. 🪖 It would earn him the Medal of Honor. 🇺🇸

RT @ustonymc: "Rats in a Trap" Guadalcanal Oct 5 1942 That afternoon Chesty Puller led his men across a series of grassy ridges until, pausing at the highest, he saw the ravine below him was swarming with Japanese. At the same moment he received orders to scout the coastal road toward Kukumbona and avoid combat. Chesty asked and obtained permission to stay where he was, for he had found a whole Japanese Battalion under his guns. The ravine became a slaughter pen. Marine mortars fell with deadly accuracy. They forced the Japanese to come swarming up one side of the ridge into the massed firepower of Puller's men. They fled back down the ravine, sometimes rolling down in terror, and went sprinting through that devastating hell of mortar fire in an attempt to escape up the other side. But when they emerged, they were in full view of the Americans and were once again riddled. Pitifully, pathetically, they ran the same gauntlet again, but in reverse, and this time the carnage was thickened by the artillery shells and aerial bombs Puller called down on them.💥 700 Japanese fell in that in that hideous trap. You don't mess with Chesty🫡

RT @BlastingThrough: Operation URGENT FURY was the operation name for the invasion of Grenada, which occurred 43 years ago today, on 25 October 1983. I was part of the rescue force (B Squadron) to free the Grenadian political prisoners being held in Richmond Hill Prison (today known as His Majesty's Prisons). In six Blackhawk helicopters, we took a lot of Cuban and Grenadian fire at the prison. Seventeen of the rescue force were wounded, eight 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment crew were wounded, and the pilot of helicopter number four CPT Keith J. Lucas was mortally wounded and number four crashed. We were hit by two ZSU-23-2s that were mounted on top of Fort Frederick.  The sky was filled with 23mm, 12.7mm, and 7.62mm ammunition directed at us. We freed the Grenadians from a Marxist coup. Today in Grenada, the 25th of October is known as Thanksgiving Day, a national public holiday, which celebrates the United States helping to free Grenada. I cover Operation URGENT FURY in great detail in "Blasting Through."

A son of a Vietnam veteran, Shilo Harris always knew he wanted to be a soldier. US Army Staff Sergeant Harris first deployment was in Iraq. On his second deployment with the 10th Mountain Division, he was assigned and worked near southern Baghdad. On February 19, 2007, Harris’ armored vehicle was struck by an improvised explosive device. The explosion injured the driver and ended the lives of three of his fellow soldiers. Shilo survived but with severe third degree burns on 35% of his body. The severity of the burns meant the loss of Shilo’s ears, the tip of his nose and three fingers. The crushing explosion fractured his left collarbone and C-7 vertebrae. The devastating injuries forced Shilo to remain in a medically induced coma for 48 days; after, he spent nearly three years recovering and undergoing intensive physical therapy at the burn unit of Brooke Army Medical Center. While at BAMC, he was the first soldier to participate in cutting-edge regenerative stem-cell research to regrow his fingers, and later received prosthetic ears. Shilo’s recovery has involved more than 75 surgeries, which required his family to spend up to six hours a day on wound care. Shilo also struggled from PTSD. In 2010 he was medically retired from the Army. God bless our Vets! #PTSD #TheIraqWar #Army

RT @wojtekfalco: Wataha wilków przemierzająca las, uchwycona przez fotopułapkę. "Różnica między ludźmi a zwierzętami polega na tym, że zwierzęta nigdy nie pozwalają, aby głupiec prowadził stado” - Winston Churchill...🐺👑🤡

“I was a Warrant Officer Army helicopter pilot, serving with the Aviation Platoon, HHC, 1st Brigade, 101st ABN Div., I Corps, RVN (August 1968-December 1969).  I returned from 16 month tour in Vietnam War & married Dorothy. We’ve been married 57 years now.” - Pete Rzeminski #TheVietnamWar #SundayMorning #Marriage

RT @44MagnumBlue1: United States Marine Corps Lance Corporal Justin Mark Ellsworth was killed in action on November 13, 2004 in Anbar Province, Iraq. Justin was 20 years old and from Mount Pleasant, Michigan. Combat Service Support Battalion 1, Combat Service Support Group 11, 1st Force Service Support Group. Remember Justin. Semper Fidelis.🇺🇸🎖️

RT @SoldiersWhisper: Petty Officer 3rd Class Lauren J. Singer was traveling over the Coronado Bridge near San Diego, California, returning to her on base residence, when she noticed a stranded motorist outside his vehicle. Singer asked if he needed any help, and the driver responded that he was fine. Something in the manner of the driver’s response triggered her intuition and made her feel that something was not right. She noticed the driver putting a rope around his neck. As he was putting a foot on the barrier to jump over the side, Singer rushed to his side, pulling him back. Startled, she grabbed him and asked what he was doing. He coolly responded by saying that today was the day he was going to die. While Singer was holding the driver, she noticed a knife on the barrier ledge. She cut the rope from around his neck, dropped the knife and kicked it underneath the car. She then identified a gun in his pocket. She removed the firearm and directed other stopped motorists to lock the gun securely in the trunk and call 911. She stayed with the suicidal driver until the California Highway Patrol arrived. Singer’s willingness to assist a stranger undoubtedly resulted in saving his life. We salute you Petty Officer Singer! The 2020 USO Sailor of the Year

RT @Jason_R_Burt: Pvt. Harry Hudec stood 6'4" tall & was the regimental boxing champion of the 82nd Airborne Division’s 508th PIR, but his greatest fight came during the battle for Normandy. 🥊 On D-Day, Hudec made his first combat jump into Normandy, dropping at 1:30 AM with Headquarters Company. He fought fiercely at Hill 30 between Chef-du-Pont and Picauville. 🪂 On June 15, German hand grenade fragments tore into his leg, severely wounding him.🏥 Crawling to a nearby French farmhouse, Hudec was hidden in the stable by a brave farming family who tended his wounds for four days. When Germans approached, the farmer warned Hudec who hobbled down the road until American forces rescued him. 🇺🇸 After recovering, he jumped again during Operation Market Garden in Holland. 🪂 Later, he endured the brutal winter fighting of the Battle of the Bulge in the Ardennes. 🪖 During his service, the boxing paratrooper tough earned the Purple Heart, the Combat Infantryman Badge, the Parachutist Badge with two combat stars, & the Presidential Unit Citation awarded to the 508th PIR for their heroism in Normandy. 🎖️ After the war, Hudec returned home to Cleveland, Ohio, married his sweetheart, Dorothy, raised three children, & enjoyed a 43-year career with the Cleveland Electric Illuminating Company. 🔋⚡️ In 2004, for the 60th anniversary of D-Day, Hudec returned to Normandy to personally thank the French family that had saved his life decades earlier. 🇫🇷 Harry Hudec passed away at the age of 85 on March 29, 2007. He is buried at the Memorial Park Cemetery in Sedalia, Pettis County, Missouri. 🪦