US Navy Veteran, served under the great Ronald Reagan. Retired FAA. Conservative. 🦅🇺🇸 End the WEF and globalism. Vote out all RINO's. God save the West. 🕊️
This was tilmed yesterday at the community adoption event in San Diego, California. The dog is Duke, a 10-year-old German Shepherd being showcased for adoption. The veteran is Tech Sergeant James Parker, Air Force, walking through the parking lot heading into the store. Duke served with James in Afghanistan. When Duke retired from military service two years ago, James couldn't adopt him immediately-rental restrictions. Duke went into the adoption system. James had been searching for months through databases.
Yesterday, James was at the pet store buying supplies. Had no idea there was an adoption event happening. Duke was sitting with volunteers at the outdoor table.
Watch what happened. James walks through the parking lot. Duke's head snaps up. Sees James. Goes completely rigid.
Staring. Then breaks into a full sprint. Rips the leash from the volunteer's hand. Runs straight across the parking lot. Launches into James's chest. Both crash to the ground. Duke frantically checking James's face with his nose. Whining. Tail going insane. James wrapping both arms around Duke. Sobbing. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere." Volunteer told us: "Duke saw James and just took off. The recognition was instant. l've never seen anything like it." James adopted Duke immediately. Took him home yesterday. Several years after serving together. Found by complete chance in a parking lot. James told us: "I searched every database for months. Never expected to find him at a random pet store. But Duke found me." Sometimes the reunion you're desperately searching for happens when you're just buying dog food.
To the woman at Target who pulled her child close and whispered "dangerous dog" when she saw my Bruno...
Let me tell you about that "scary" dog.
Bruno completed three tours in Afghanistan. He helped detect 47 lEDs that could have taken the lives of American soldiers. In Kandahar, he was injured by shrapnel while protecting his handler - my son, Staff Sergeant Manny Rivera.
When Manny returned home struggling with severe nightmares, Bruno stayed pressed against him so he could finally rest. On the Fourth of July, when fireworks would trigger panic, Bruno always sensed it first. He'd climb into Manny's lap — all 68 pounds of him — and stay there, breathing with him until the fear passed.
Bruno has been awarded a Purple Heart and a Combat Action Ribbon. His body carries scars that reflect experiences most people could never imagine.
So yes, to that woman at Target - he is dangerous.
Dangerous to anyone who would harm his family.
Dangerous to those who threatened the troops he protected. And dangerous to the belief that bully breeds can't be brave, loyal heroes.
This "monster" served his country.
What did you do today?
Welcome home, Bruno. You've more than earned your place to be here with us.
It you want to see Bruno now... the way he looks, the way he rests peacefully beside Manny, comment
"Bruno" and I'll show you his latest picture.
@tbatde_tb@RoyalFamily@KensingtonRoyal Off to find the original video. Most of us have known this since the days of the so called Archie gestation. It is far past time to set the records straight.
A Belgian shopkeeper convinced this World War II veteran to return to Belgium, where locals honor the 101st Airborne Division every year by wearing American uniforms and reenacting its history. He finally returned and became overwhelmed with emotion.
Let's all stop blaming Senator John Thune. He is being allowed to aid Schumer and betray our President and WE THE PEOPLE. 😡
The real blame is on the Senate Republicans who allow him to remain as leader.
We are being betrayed by every single Republican.
1.5 yrs of running ridiculous pro forma sessions to block Pres Trump.
A year of refusing to pass the SAVE America Act.
1.5 years of Senate Republicans REFUSING to listen to their own constituents.
Now They're asking us to send them money, and to re-elect them.
Hmm. Thinking
We'll never know the truth about Lindsey Graham's sudden death, just like we don't know any truth about Mitch McConnell.
Everything is bullshit and we're lied to every day about everything!
At the 1966 Academy Awards, Lee Marvin stepped up to accept the Oscar for Best Actor. He looked out over Hollywood’s most powerful room and said, “I think half of this belongs to a horse somewhere out in Nevada.” The audience laughed. He meant it.
That horse—a gray named Smoky—had shared nearly every scene with Marvin in Cat Ballou. Marvin played a famously drunken gunslinger, barely able to stand, while Smoky matched him beat for beat—leaning, stumbling, and swaying with uncanny comic precision. The performance was so striking that the American Humane Association gave the horse its own award. Marvin, for his part, believed Smoky had earned half the Oscar.
That was who he was.
What few people in that room fully grasped was where his performance came from.
In June 1944, on the island of Saipan, Marvin was a 20-year-old Marine scout sniper with the 4th Marine Division. During a brutal engagement, Japanese machine gun fire tore through his unit. He was hit, the bullet severing his sciatic nerve. He spent over a year recovering in naval hospitals. Only a handful of men from his company survived.
He carried that with him for the rest of his life—the grief, the memories, the nightmares.
After the war, acting found him almost by accident. While working as a plumber’s assistant, he filled in for a sick actor in a local theater. When people later asked where he learned to act, he didn’t talk about training.
“I learned to act in combat,” he said. “Trying to act unafraid when I was terrified.”
That truth ran through every role he played. The hardened villains, the broken men, the characters clinging to their last shot at redemption—they weren’t inventions. He understood them from the inside.
In Cat Ballou, he played two roles: the staggering, tragic Kid Shelleen and the ruthless Tim Strawn. One film. Two performances. One Oscar—an unusual feat that set him apart.
Despite a long career, Marvin kept very little. Just a few meaningful items: his Oscar (which he half-jokingly shared with Smoky), a citation from the National Cowboy Hall of Fame, a gold record for Wand’rin’ Star—a gravelly, unlikely hit in the UK—and a single high-heeled shoe Vivien Leigh once used to hit him in a scene, kept out of fondness.
Everything else was just work.
He is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. His headstone doesn’t mention his films or awards. It reads simply:
Lee Marvin
PFC
U.S. Marine Corps
World War II
That was what mattered most to him.
And somewhere in the American West, the horse that helped him create one of cinema’s most memorable performances remains an unknowing partner in that moment—sharing, in Marvin’s eyes at least, half an Oscar and all of the story behind it.
Via The Vintage news