Before he shipped out to Vietnam, a 19-year-old Marine climbed onto a workbench and set a can of beer on a beam high above the garage.
He said he would drink it when he came home.
His name was Marcus Stoddard, and everybody called him Marc. He was a mechanic at Henry's Garage in Port Henry, a small town on Lake Champlain in upstate New York. He loved cars, his motorcycle, and eating his lunch on the garage roof, looking out over the lake.
In August 1968 he enlisted in the Marines. That December, home on leave before his final training, his friends at the garage threw him a little party and handed out beers. Marc didn't open his. He jumped up on the bench and put the Schaefer can on a girder 12 feet up, next to the windows over the lake.
About two months after he arrived in Vietnam, on April 26, 1969, Marc was killed by mortar fire on a hilltop in Quang Tri Province. He was 20.
The garage closed that same year, and the fire department moved into part of the building. Over the years, almost everyone forgot about the beer.
In May 2016, a group of officials toured the old garage to put it on the National Register of Historic Places. A woman from the Henry family remembered something her mother had told her when she was 14: Marc had left his beer up in the rafters. "It might still be there," she said.
They searched the huge, dark building with flashlights for more than an hour. Then one beam of light landed on a faded can, high on a steel girder. The whole group went silent.
It had been waiting for him for 47 years.
It became the strangest war memorial in Port Henry: one unopened beer, for the boy who never came back for it.
🚨Courage in the Cockpit: The Inspiring Legacy and Heartbreaking Loss of Co Pilot Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras
By Amy Leigh
Some children grow up looking up at the sky in wonder. Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras grew up to command it.
At just 20 years old, Nathalia was already an accomplished co pilot with over 1,300 flight hours and rigorous training behind her. But long before she held commercial ratings, she was simply a 12 year old girl walking the flight line with her father, Allan Filgueiras a veteran pilot who introduced her to the cockpit and sparked a lifelong passion.
Over the years, that dynamic shifted in the way only true mutual respect allows: she became so accomplished that she was teaching him.
Five days after a tragic private jet crash in Florida claimed the lives of all nine people on board, the aviation community and the world is hearing from Allan for the first time. His words are a testament to a bond forged in the clouds and a shattering grief that no parent should ever have to bear.
In a heartbreaking interview, Allan revealed that he has repeatedly listened to his daughter’s final radio transmissions, desperately searching for clues in the audio of her final moments. As the Learjet rapidly descended during a terrifying emergency, Nathalia remained at the controls,
communicating with air traffic controllers and reporting the unfolding crisis.
When asked what he heard in those final moments, Allan’s voice carried the unmistakable weight of a father’s awe.
"I did listen to that many times, trying to find a clue," he said. "And wow, she's tough."
She stayed professional. She stayed fierce. She stayed true to the pilot she had trained to become, right down to the end.
But when reporter Kate Hussey asked Allan what he would say to Nathalia if he could speak to her one last time, the armor of the seasoned pilot gave way to the raw heartbreak of a grieving father.
"I wanted to be by her side," he broke down, saying. "Inside the plane. To help."
Allan described Nathalia as his soulmate a reflection of a shared language spoken in altitude, instruments, and horizons.
In the wake of the tragedy, her family has stood fiercely defending her qualifications against noise and questions surrounding her youth.
The numbers speak for themselves: 1,300 flight hours, extensive technical preparation, and a maturity that earned her the respect of veteran aviators.
She wasn't just young; she was exceptionally capable.
As investigators continue their painstaking work to piece together what caused the crash, the human cost remains staggering.
We grieve for all the lives lost in this tragic accident.
And we sit with the profound sorrow of a father who taught his little girl how to fly, who watched her soar higher than he ever could have imagined, and who would have given anything in the world to be in that cockpit by her side.
Under unimaginable stress, she stayed on the radio and did her job right up until the final moment handling a nightmare scenario with a level of grit and composure that most critics sitting safely behind a screen could never match.
NASA Administrator and jet pilot Jared Isaacman publicly praised her composure, noting that she performed her duties professionally right to the end of an unsurvivable emergency.
In aviation, history is often written in seconds. When a rapid onset atmospheric trap closes in at 35,000 feet, the margin between order and chaos dissolves in less than the time it takes to draw a breath.
Fo Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras, those final thirty seconds did not define her by the tragedy that claimed her life, but by the extraordinary composure with which she met it.
The Final Transmissions Is What Real Courage Sounds Like...
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#HonorHerLegacy
#RestInPeace
#AviationFamily
Ossoff won his senate seat with one of the largest margin of victory of any democrats. Time to make him the face of the Democratic Party, the young and energetic, not the old and tired. Ossoff for Senate majority leader! I’m calling it.
Jared Kushner is set to go to Abu Dhabi next week to negotiate for the Trump administration.
Unless and until he gets confirmed by the Senate, that's illegal under the Appointments Clause of the Constitution. We sued to enforce the law. https://t.co/Qiwejc0bxy
@LindseyGrahamSC Ted Cruz knew.
Rand Paul knew.
Nikki Haley knew.
Marco Rubio knew.
Kellyanne Conway knew.
Mike Pompeo knew.
Glenn Beck knew.
Rick Perry knew.
Susan Collins knew.
They all knew.
A man was lying on a California sidewalk, bleeding from his head, as another man stood over him holding two knives. A mother driving past screamed for the attacker to stop, but he warned her to leave.
Then he raised the knives again. And instead of driving away, she jumped out of her car and ran straight toward him.
Amanda Williams grabbed the attacker’s wrist, stopping him from stabbing the injured man again. But he suddenly turned on her, shoving her into the street and against her car. Amanda refused to let go, fighting until she managed to wrestle both knives from his hands.
She had stopped the attack, but what happened next caught her completely off guard. The man jumped into her still-running car and sped away, leaving Amanda stranded beside the stranger she’d just saved.
Police eventually caught the suspect, but Amanda’s car was wrecked. When a local foundation heard that the single mother and DoorDash driver had lost her vehicle saving someone’s life, they surprised her with a replacement.
But the most touching words came from Roscell Wallace, the man whose life she saved.
“She’s like an angel. God sent her to save me.”
Amanda risked her own life for a stranger. Her courage deserves to be celebrated.
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For five years, Clarence Thomas told the government his wife made nothing.
She made more than $680,000.
You’d be in trouble for that. He kept his lifetime seat. He shouldn't. He needs to be impeached. Agreed?
El Papa León XIV con la tripulación del vuelo de ITA Airways... el Papa es "cabinero" 🤣, le gusta estar en la cabina se vuelo.
Lo esperamos en Argentina, y a bordo de alguna aeronave de Aerolíneas Argentinas.
On September 22, 1968, just before dawn, Padre Pio celebrated his final Mass in the crowded church of Santa Maria delle Grazie in San Giovanni Rotondo. Only two days had passed since the fiftieth anniversary of his stigmata. Frail, exhausted, and barely able to speak, the Capuchin friar was wheeled to the altar to offer the Eucharist one last time.
His gestures were slow and solemn. The church overflowed with faithful, many standing outside in tears. At the consecration, the moment seemed to stand still as the aging priest, marked by a lifetime of suffering, united himself completely to the sacrifice of Christ.
When the Mass ended, Padre Pio tried to rise for the final blessing but collapsed under the weight of his weakness. Carried back to his cell, he whispered to those around him, “My children… my children…” Early the next morning, September 23, he breathed his last, his final words being “Jesus… Mary…”
Padre Pio’s last Mass was not merely a farewell. It was the fulfillment of a life lived as both priest and victim, an offering poured out in love until the very end.
Saint Padre Pio, pray for us! 🙏
Ben Meiselas has a message for Democrats:
"Subpoenas need to fly EVERY damn day."
"Every single committee, every damn day, doing oversight, subpoenaing people, calling them up, let them run scared, then go to court and sue their asses and force them to testify."
"We will live stream the shit out of that every damn day"
Eighty-one years ago, Americans and Japanese fought to the death on the black volcanic sands of Iwo Jima.
Late on the night of May 7, 2026, on that same island, a U.S. Navy Sailor went into heart failure.
He was unconscious, and he had no pulse.
He was on temporary duty from Marine Corps Air Station Iwakuni, supporting Field Carrier Landing Practice on Iwo To.
Hajime Mitsui, a fire inspector from Naval Air Facility Atsugi, was off duty after a long day of training. He was cleaning up after dinner when an emergency call came over his radio.
He was not on duty. He went anyway.
He grabbed an AED and ran to the scene.
U.S. Sailors were already giving aid to the unconscious Sailor. Mitsui and the Sailors took turns on chest compressions and AED shocks until Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force medical personnel arrived.
The more highly trained Japanese team took charge and gave instructions to the Americans.
No one else on scene spoke both languages.
So Mitsui volunteered to translate, while still giving chest compressions.
"It was difficult to translate while focusing on giving chest compressions but there was no one else to do it. I had to do both at the same time."
Then the Sailor's pulse came back.
The new team of Americans and Japanese moved him to the small clinic nearby. On a tiny island far out in the Pacific, the call was made fast: fly him to Iwakuni.
Japanese sailors and airmen rushed to get a P-1 patrol aircraft ready while the responders carried him to the flightline.
In the middle of the night, crews from Japan's Air Patrol Squadron 1 and Flight Squadron 21, alongside a U.S. Carrier Air Wing 5 medical team, loaded the patient and launched into the dark. They flew nearly three hours to MCAS Iwakuni.
The Sailor lived. He is recovering and back on limited duty.
When Atsugi's public affairs team later asked Mitsui why he answered the call while off duty, he said ten words:
"I am a firefighter, I need to do my job."
From mortal enemies to brothers who refuse to let each other die.
Thank you, America, and thank you to the men and women who guard the Pacific together.
He doesn't have to come out to a 'theme' song or anthem. He doesn't have to clap, point and dance.
He just has to be Barack Obama and listen to the roar of the crowd.
This man is loved and always will be the best President of the United States. ❤️