@NaomhDubh@HolyGammadion@Anc_Aesthetics Thatโs an interesting way to prove someone is a coward: Call them one ๐ I fear the average Ashkenazi may have about 30 points on you. (Google โcircular reasoningโ and โbegging the questionโ.)
My hopes for your ethnostate are diminishing rapidly if youโre the one leading it!
@HolyGammadion@OldTechGuru@NaomhDubh@Anc_Aesthetics I donโt buy into propaganda.
Iโve just met lots of Jews and Iโm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but a significant proportion of them smart as hell.
@LizSmit83924485@travisakers@BasedMikeLee I donโt actually care.
I just think the man is being incredibly shitty to Lee, who holds sincere religious beliefs. This is immature and un-American. Defend it if you wish.
On June 6, 1944, Technical Sergeant Frank Peregory landed at Omaha Beach with the 116th Infantry.
His battalion was pinned. The bluffs above them were loaded with German positions. Men were dying in the open. No one could move forward. Officers were calling for covering fire that wasn't coming.
Peregory looked up at the hill.
Then he started climbing. Alone. With no orders. No one told him to go. He just went.
He reached the crest, found a German trench, and jumped in.
What happened next is almost impossible to believe.
He fixed his bayonet. He threw grenades. He moved through that trench and killed 8 German soldiers in close quarters combat. Then he reached a group of 35 more and forced every single one of them to surrender.
One American sergeant. 43 enemy soldiers. Alone in a trench.
He opened the path for his entire battalion to push off that beach.
He was awarded the Medal of Honor.
Eight days later, Frank Peregory was killed in action.
He had lied about his age to join the National Guard at 15 years old. He spent his entire adult life as a soldier, preparing for a moment that lasted maybe 20 minutes on a hill above a French beach.
He never knew he had won the Medal of Honor. It was presented to his family. Posthumously.
On June 6, 1944, Technician John Pinder's landing craft dropped him 100 yards offshore at Omaha Beach.
He was carrying a radio. The single most important piece of equipment on that beach that morning. Without it, commanders had no eyes, no coordination, no way to call off the slaughter happening in real time.
He was shot by machine gun fire before he even touched sand.
The water was at his chest. The current was pulling men under. Bodies were floating past him. He kept moving forward.
Then he turned around and went back.
The radio was damaged. More parts were still out in the surf, still under fire. He waded back in to get them.
He was shot again.
He went back a third time.
Shot again. This time in both legs. He could barely stand.
He dragged himself to shore and used everything he had recovered to begin establishing radio communications on the beach. Still bleeding. Still exposed. While he was setting it up, he was hit one final time.
He was killed before the radio finished warming up.
He never made it more than a few yards past the waterline. He never fired a single shot. He never once took cover.
He was awarded the Medal of Honor.
His name is almost never mentioned.
@NaomhDubh@HolyGammadion@Anc_Aesthetics Nope. (And resorting to ad hominem like that does not imply intelligence.)
Iโve just experienced violence and want no part of it.
We have to find a better way through.
Good luck!