finfan4ever

Dolphins fans since Christmas Day 1971. US Army National Guard Scout Sniper from 1991-2005. I love God, Country, Family and Friends ❤️

[Rachel @allthedogspleaz]

If this doesn’t give you chills as an American on its 250th birthday, you better check your pulse!

Johnny Cash- Ragged Old Flag 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

[Brian4new @GustBrian]

God Bless America 🇺🇸 Happy 4th

[Patriot @_Patriot1776Q_]

🇺🇸 NEVER take it for granted, there are so many forces trying to take it away from us.

[finfan4ever @Michael50446950]

@DolfanNeil 🙏🙏 coming your way

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@MySportsUpdate @GMA 🙏🙏 for him

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@thomas_garrard Glad you asked for help 🙏

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@ian693 @finatic1972 Living life Full throttle, awesome job Big E

[finfan4ever @Michael50446950]

@SleeperMiami It’s Nick Buoniconti and it’s not close

[Dave Scarangella @DaveScarangella]

Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.

D-Day.

I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.

Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.

He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.

His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.

His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.

He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.

June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.

In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”

He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.

No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.

That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.

It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.

I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.

So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.

Rest In Peace...

[finfan4ever @Michael50446950]

@LoudOutside Probably Spinach lol

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@KingOfPhinland 4

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@MiamiDolphins Looking great for the Pajama party practice session

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@FinsXtra @MiamiDolphins We talking Practice lol

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@PlainCrispy @TJBrackeen Ha ha

[Clown World ™ 🤡 @ClownWorld]

The bravest men America ever produced were never celebrities.

No followers. No podcasts. No fame.

Just rifles, brothers beside them, and a mission they were willing to die for.

Many never made it home.

Remember them today. 🇺🇸🙏

[Jeremy Wayne Tate @JeremyTate41]

A WWII veteran returns to Utah Beach, the Normandy shore where D-Day unfolded. This Memorial Day, we remember the Americans who never came home, the heroes who gave everything so we could be free.

[finfan4ever @Michael50446950]

@Wolfen_Moon2 God Bless you man, Hooah 🇺🇸🙏

[Special Ops Magazine @specialopsmag]

Please help me honor Chief Special Warfare Operator Adam Lee Brown, DEVGRU.

Adam was a Hot Springs, Arkansas kid whose entire life was a story of getting back up, and continuing to fight.

Adam was a daredevil who broke his own bones jumping off roofs and bridges. A football player and wrestler with an oversized heart and an undersized frame. A young man who later spiraled into addiction and ended up in jail before turning his life over to his faith and his future wife, Kelley.

He enlisted in the Navy in 1998 with one goal: to become a Navy SEAL. He earned his Trident, served at SEAL Team Two from August 2002 to June 2006, and survived two events that would have ended almost any other operator’s career. He lost his right eye in a training accident, then taught himself to shoot left handed. Years later, in a freak convoy accident in Afghanistan, his dominant right hand was mangled and stripped of fingers. Instead of attending to his own injury, Adam tended to other casualties and stayed in the fight.

He became the only SEAL of his year to attempt and pass sniper school with one eye, and he shot near perfect scores doing it. He was then selected for Naval Special Warfare Development Group (DEVGRU/SEAL Team 6), the first man to ever earn his place inside that unit while operating with one functional eye.

On March 17, 2010, while attached to an Omega Team conducting a raid on a Taliban commander in Komar Province, Afghanistan, Adam’s element came under heavy fire from a barricaded enemy position and surrounding high ground. Pinned down and watching his teammates take fire, Adam charged the enemy from a more advantageous position to draw the fire onto himself, allowing his team to maneuver and assault. He was mortally wounded but kept firing until he could no longer fight. He was 36 years old.

He left behind his wife Kelley and two children. He was posthumously awarded the Silver Star, the Bronze Star with Valor, and the Purple Heart.

His story is told in the New York Times bestseller “Fearless,” by Eric Blehm. In a letter Adam wrote to his children before that final mission, not meant to be read unless the worst happened, he said: “I’m not afraid of anything that might happen to me on this Earth, because I know no matter what, nothing can take my spirit from me.” Some warriors are remembered for what they overcame.

Adam Brown is remembered for the fact that he never stopped overcoming.

[finfan4ever @Michael50446950]

@ian693 FinsUp

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