“And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”
The Committee of Five—John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Robert Livingston, and Roger Sherman—was appointed to draft the Declaration of Independence 250 years ago today.
Jefferson's draft of the document is here at the Library, and will be featured in a new exhibition opening July 3.
Hayden Federico said he always wanted to go to the CWS. But his father Mike, a longtime college baseball coach, said one of them had “to earn it.” Mike hasn’t gotten a trip to Omaha in his coaching career. But Hayden just punched a ticket for both.
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On June 6, 1944, a 56-year-old general with a secret walked onto Utah Beach under fire, armed with a cane and a pistol.
The secret: his heart was failing. He had hidden it from the army doctors so they wouldn't pull him from the mission.
His name was Theodore Roosevelt Jr. Son of the President. He had begged three separate times to lead the first wave ashore at Normandy before his commanders finally said yes.
When his landing craft drifted 2,000 yards off course, every instinct said redirect the following waves to the correct zone. Instead, Roosevelt walked the beach himself, alone, under artillery fire, cane in hand, reading the terrain.
His verdict: "We'll start the war from right here."
He then stood on that beach and personally greeted every regiment that landed after him, pointing them inland, cracking jokes under shellfire, steadying 18-year-olds who had never seen combat. He did this for hours.
Years later, Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic act he had ever witnessed in combat.
His answer, without hesitation: "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."
Roosevelt's son, Captain Quentin Roosevelt II, also landed at Normandy that same morning. He was named after his uncle, Quentin Roosevelt, who had been shot down as a fighter pilot over France in World War I.
Three generations. Three wars. One family.
Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep 36 days later. Heart attack. The thing he had been hiding finally won. He never learned he had been awarded the Medal of Honor.
He was buried at the Normandy American Cemetery.
In 1955, his family had his brother Quentin, killed in WWI, exhumed from where he fell in France and reinterred right beside him. Quentin is the only World War I soldier buried there.
Two brothers. Two world wars. The same French soil.
Their father had once said: "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."
Both of his sons did exactly that.
Not one of the five exits off Omaha have been taken by frontal assault. Outflanked, shelled to pieces by the navy. Bradley is now deciding that US troops should stay. Just a few hundred men are leading the way out of hell, changing history right now.
The last living officer to fight on Omaha Beach, Major General John Raaen, 104.
In 1944, right now, he wades ashore. “We landed at 7:50 a.m. where there were breakwaters and we had plenty of cover.” Even so, Raaen came under a “tremendous amount” of small arms fire from the nearby bluffs and several German strongpoints. There was “constant noise,” a ceaseless “roar.” Bullets cracked in the air, “pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, above you. The machine gun fire was absolutely continuous.”
When I met Raaen back in 2018, he told me he could still hear the sound of those bullets snapping over his head, the wall of noise that greeted him as he waded ashore. He crossed Omaha Beach, moved up steep bluffs, reached Vierville sur Mer around noon then set up the 5th Rangers’ first command post in Normandy. His first, critical mission was to organize the relief of fellow Rangers, surrounded and fighting for their lives five miles away at Pointe du Hoc, having scaled vertiginous cliffs under fire. These men from the 2nd Ranger Battalion had carried out one of the now legendary feats of D Day, described by Omar Bradley as the “most dangerous mission”.
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The NIL/portal fiasco in college football is an abomination. It threatens to undermine the best thing in sports history.
But has there ever been a problem so bad that Congress couldn’t make it worse?
If anyone thinks Congress can fix this, please see my bridge for sale in AZ.
Mississippi State finished the season averaging 11,686 fans per game.
This claims the all-time record attendance in the history of college baseball.
Dudy Noble reinforces itself as the standard of college baseball stadiums once again💪
"What shall I do with all my books?"
- Read them, or if you cannot read them, at any rate handle them, fondle them. Peer into them. Let them fall open where they will. Read on from the first sentence that arrests the eye. Then turn to another.
Make a voyage of discovery, taking soundings of uncharted seas. Set them back on their shelves with your own hands. Arrange them on your own plan, so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are.
If they cannot be your friends, let them at any rate be your acquaintances. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition.
- Sir Winston Churchill.