UPDATE - ONE ATLANTIC CITY OFFICER CRITICALLY INJURED IN SHOOTING. Atlantic City PBA has started a GoFundMe account. Please lend a hand and keep the prayers coming. @AtlanticCityPD
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Two days ago we lost an American hero. His name was Bruce Crandall, and this is his story 🇺🇸
Before he was a legend, Bruce Crandall was a kid from Olympia, Washington, born in 1933, an All-American high school baseball player who joined the National Guard at 15. The Army drafted him in 1953, trained him as an engineer, then put him in a cockpit. His first real job as a pilot was mapping the parts of the world nobody had charted yet, flying for two years over the open desert of Libya, then over thousands of square miles of unmapped mountains and jungle in Central and South America. He married Arlene in 1956. They would raise three sons. He spent the early part of his career flying toward empty places. Then Vietnam asked him to fly toward the worst one.
Sixty years ago, in a clearing called LZ X-Ray, roughly 450 American soldiers were surrounded by an enemy force several times their size. The shooting was so heavy the medevac helicopters turned back. Landing meant dying.
Bruce Crandall made a different choice.
He was a 32-year-old major flying an unarmed Huey. No guns. No armor that mattered. Just a thin aluminum shell and a decision. He pointed the nose at the hottest piece of ground in the war and went in anyway, with his wingman Ed "Too Tall" Freeman right behind him.
Then he did it again. And again. Twenty-two times in a single day.
He flew in the ammunition and water that kept the men alive. He flew out more than 70 wounded soldiers, loading them while rounds punched through the airframe, the cargo bay slick with other men's blood. Each run he could have stopped. Nobody would have blamed him. He kept his word to the men on the ground instead: you will be resupplied, and if you fall, we are coming for you.
He never fired a shot all day. He saved dozens of lives with nothing but nerve and a helicopter.
The men called him "Snake." He went back for a second tour and was shot down in January 1968, this time by friendly bombs falling too close. By the end of the war he had flown more than 900 combat missions.
Then he did something quieter that almost nobody talks about. He went home and lived an ordinary life. He retired as a lieutenant colonel in 1977, earned a master's degree, ran a small California town as its city manager, and spent 17 years in the Public Works Department in Mesa, Arizona, fixing roads and keeping the water running. The man who once flew through a wall of fire spent his later years making sure the streetlights worked.
It took 40 years for the country to catch up to what he did at X-Ray. In 2007, President Bush hung the Medal of Honor around his neck. If you saw We Were Soldiers, that was him on screen, Greg Kinnear in the cockpit, though the real man was braver than any movie could hold.
Col. Bruce "Snake" Crandall died on May 31, 2026, at 93 years old. He outlived the war, the doubts, and most of the men who watched him come screaming back into that valley when no one else would.
Some heroes carry a rifle. This one carried the wounded home, then went back to work like it was nothing.
Rest easy, Snake. We have it from here.
In honor of Lt. Col. Bruce Crandall (1933-2026), the best of us and a true American hero. We won't forget you 🇺🇸
12-year-old Xavier Taylor from Maple Shade, NJ, remains in extremely critical condition on a ventilator after a heartbreaking freak accident on May 26. ⚾💔
While warming up before a youth baseball game at Fellowship Columbia Bank Field, Xavier — a passionate pitcher/shortstop who lives for the game — was walking back to the dugout when an errant throw from a teammate struck him in the neck. He collapsed and went into cardiac arrest. His dad (a retired firefighter) rushed to him, and Xavier was airlifted to Cooper University Hospital.
His father, Greg Taylor, has stressed it was a complete **freak accident with no one to blame**. Xavier, known for writing Bible verses on his hats and playing on multiple teams, is fighting hard. The family is holding onto faith and miracles.
The community has rallied with prayer vigils, “Bats Out for X,” #6 shirts, and massive support. Videos of the vigils, father’s emotional updates, and local news coverage are circulating widely on TikTok — search #XavierStrong for raw community moments.
**A prayer shared for Xavier & his family:**
“Heavenly Father, we lift up Xavier Taylor to You. You know every detail of his life. Before he needed a miracle, he followed You, prayed to You, and wore Your Scriptures. Surround his family with peace. Lord, we ask for a miracle. In Jesus’ name, Amen.” 🙏
Prayers up for full recovery, strength for the Taylors, and the whole Maple Shade baseball family. He will play again.
#XavierStrong #PrayForXavier #MapleShade
Started FTC at Clearview one year ago. Going into the summer we have 10 players over 20 MPH and 23 out of 35 Varsity returners under 5.0 in the forty, with 3 in 4.5 range and 14 under 4.8. These guys are extremely young with room for improvement.
@pntrack@AmarCoach@ClearviewFB
Translated into Common Sense- they're counting how many ballots they need to "find" or have magically appear to keep Pratt out of the run-off
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"Voting on vibes isn’t going to solve any of those problems."-
1) Funny coming from somebody who voted for "joy" Kamala and would have voted for Mamdani if she lived in NYC
2) Voting for the same people who created/exacerbated the problems won't solve them either
Spencer Pratt isn’t offering any actual policy solutions. He’s just feeding your anger and frustration. His “solutions” either aren’t doable, dumb or so expensive that we’re back to not doable and dumb. He can’t even manage his own personal finances much less a city with a $14B budget. Voting on vibes isn’t going to solve any of those problems you claim to care about.
If the KC Chiefs are still the Chiefs, and the Atlanta Braves are still the Braves, then why are the Cleveland Indians the Guardians and the Washington Redskins the Commanders?
I’m surprised this conversation wasn’t more congenial given Earl Weaver’s reasonable opening position of “You’re here and this crew is here just to fuck us” …