"I shall never forget that beach...one dead soldier in particular who caught my eye. I wonder about him. What were his plans never to be fulfilled, what fate brought him to that spot at that moment? Who was waiting for him at home?"
— Corporal William Preston
D-Day
“War books are often sanitized and sterilized to make them more palatable. ‘The Last of the Old Breed’ is not. Captured through hundreds of hours of face-to-face interviews with the last surviving Marines of the brutal Pacific campaign of World War Two, Scott Davis delivers a visceral, blunt and unvarnished portrayal of this horrific and heroic history—a history of savagery and sacrifice that we must never forget.”
And that is my assessment of this incredible book by Scott Davis.
The book has just been released.
Get it here: https://t.co/CzbQ3lYkth
There's just something magical about Thursday nights at Thunder Road...
The greatest tradition in weekly short track racing begins this Thursday June 4th at the Thunder Road International Speedbowl, and continues through September.
North America's "Bucket list" short track is located high atop beautiful Quarry Hill in Barre, Vermont 🇺🇸, don't miss a moment of the excitement!
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🚨 MARC JOHNSTONE, THE FORMER PENGUIN, WINS GAME 2 IN OVERTIME FOR THE MARLIES TO GIVE THEM A 2-0 SERIES LEAD HEADING BACK TO TORONTO!!!
2 wins from the Calder Cup 😍
#Leafsforever
A PARENT’S JOURNEY THROUGH YOUTH SPORTS:
Age 5: “He’s got a cannon.”
Age 6: “He’s the fastest kid out there. Coach said so.”
Age 7: “Rec ball isn’t challenging him anymore.”
Age 8: “We tried out for select. Obviously made it.”
Age 9: “$2,800 for the season. Plus uniforms. Plus tournaments. Plus hotels.”
Age 10: “Cooperstown is basically a family vacation, right?”
Age 11: “He needs a hitting guy. And a pitching guy. And probably a mental performance coach.”
Age 12: “I’m not a crazy sports parent. The OTHER parents are crazy.”
Age 13: “We changed schools. For academics. (And also baseball.)”
Age 14: “Showcases are a requirement at this age.”
Age 15: “Ya his ranking just ticked up. We’re cooking.”
Age 16: “He just needs to get seen by the right school.”
Age 17: “The D1 schools want him to walk on. He’ll earn a spot by sophomore year.”
Age 18: “Okay, D2 is actually really competitive.”
Age 19: “He’s redshirting. Strategic.”
Age 20: “He’s focusing on school now.”
Age 21: “You know what? He’s so much happier.”
Roughly 7% of high schoolers play in college.
About 1.5% of those get drafted.
Less than half of draftees ever play one day in the big leagues.
The odds of our kids going pro are somewhere between “struck by lightning” and “find a $100 in old shorts.”
I love youth sports (all my kids play a bunch of them) just keep a good perspective my friends. ✌️