Ricky McCormick was a 41-year-old misfit who had the bad luck of having his dead body dumped in a Missouri cornfield in June 1999.
For the next 12 years, police classified his case as "suspicious," with no real leads discovered.
Then, in 2011, the FBI tossed out another tidbit: they found a couple of encrypted codes in McCormick's pockets, and needed the public's help cracking them.
That's right, the FBI asked the public to solve the cold case of McCormick. Here's the online form for submitting answers.
The bureau believes the coded notes might hold valuable information about who killed the oddball ex-felon.
So far, nobody has deciphered the code. Many people think it might be pointless, as there's a good chance the random jumbles of letters are just nonsense.
Apparently, McCormick wasn't the brightest of light bulbs โ his family testified that he could barely write his own name, much less coded letters.
His aunt said he had a "brick wall in his mind."
How could he have authored a code that totally stumped the FBI's best cryptanalysts โ and, so far, everyone on the Internet?
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On January 30, 1925, Floyd Collins ventured into Kentucky's Sand Cave to map its caverns for future tourism.
However, during his exit through a narrow passage slightly larger than his body, he inadvertently knocked loose a 27-pound rock that trapped his leg, leaving him stranded deep beneath the surface.
Over the following 17 days, rescue teams fervently worked to extricate Collins, as his situation gained national attention.
A diverse group of engineers, geologists, miners, and caving enthusiasts pooled their expertise to rescue the trapped adventurer.
Despite their exhaustive efforts, they ultimately failed, and Collins met his tragic demise after enduring two agonizing weeks 55 feet underground.
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In May 2008, Brandon Swanson was driving toward Marshall, Minnesota, around midnight when he accidentally drove his car in a ditch.
He called his parents for a ride, uninjured. During a 47-minute call with his father as he tried to describe his location, Brandon suddenly shouted โOh sh*t!โ and the line went dead.
Authorities later found his car, but Brandon was never seen again.
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No. 4014 has that effect on people. ๐
The world's largest operating steam locomotive has arrived at Steamtown National Historic Site.
Traveling coast to coast to honor America's 250th, Union Pacific Big Boy No. 4014 is now reunited with Big Boy No. 4012.
Two Big Boys. One historic reunion. All aboard.
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The Crucified Soldier
๐ช He went to war. He never came home. And for a century, no one said his name.
His name was Sergeant Harry Band.
Most people know the story as legend โ the Crucified Soldier โ a tale so brutal it was raised in Parliament, printed in newspapers, and used to rally a nation to war. Historians called it propaganda. A ghost story dressed in khaki.
But Harry Band was not a ghost. He was a man.
He had a sister named Elizabeth. He had comrades who fought beside him in the mud of Ypres, who watched what happened to him โ and who carried that weight home in silence.
It was those men who eventually wrote to Elizabeth. Not to a newspaper. Not to Parliament. To his sister. Because she deserved to know.
What they described was almost too terrible to write. Her brother, they said, had been found crucified on the door of a barn. Five bayonets. After the battle of Ypres.
A nurse recorded the account. A filmmaker uncovered it a century later. And still โ most people have never heard the name Harry Band.
The war machine took his life and turned it into a symbol. Into a recruitment tool. Into a debate. Into a myth.
But before all of that โ he was someoneโs brother. Someoneโs comrade. A man who deserved to be remembered as himself, not as a story.
Say his name. ๐ฏ๏ธ
Sergeant Harry Band.
Violence, alongside prosperity, marked life in Vulture, and 18 men were purportedly hanged during the town's short history. Today it's a ghost town, with perhaps more than one ghost haunting its abandoned buildings.