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On this day in 1944, Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep in a stone farmhouse in Normandy. He was 56 years old, and he had spent almost his entire adult life trying to be worthy of a famous last name.
He was the eldest son of President Theodore Roosevelt. In the First World War he went to France and was gassed and badly wounded at Soissons leading his men. That same summer his younger brother Quentin, a pilot, was shot down and killed over France. Ted came home with lungs and a leg that never fully recovered, and before he even left Europe he helped found the American Legion so that ordinary soldiers would have someone looking out for them.
Between the wars he did almost everything. Governor of Puerto Rico. Governor General of the Philippines. Businessman, explorer, writer. He could have spent the Second World War safe behind a desk. Instead, at 54, arthritic and walking with a cane, he talked his way back into uniform and into combat.
By 1943 he was fighting in North Africa and Sicily under Terry Allen, and their loose, unpolished, soldier-first style rubbed General Patton the wrong way. Patton had them both relieved of command. Roosevelt didn't sulk. He asked for another job, any job, as long as it kept him near the fighting. They made him assistant commander of the 4th Infantry Division.
Then came D-Day. He hid a heart condition from the Army doctors. He wrote to his commander three separate times, in writing, begging to go in with the very first wave rather than watch from a ship. He was the only general to land in the first wave on any beach that morning, the oldest man in the invasion, walking through machine gun fire with a cane in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The boats came in a mile off course. Officers froze. Roosevelt limped up and down the beach under fire, studied the ground, and said, "We'll start the war from right here." Then he spent the morning waving men forward and sorting out the chaos so calmly that terrified 20 year olds looked at this old man with a cane and decided that if he wasn't scared, they wouldn't be either.
His son Quentin, named for the uncle killed in the last war, landed at Omaha Beach the same morning. They were the only father and son to come ashore together on D-Day.
He died a month later. A heart attack in his sleep. And here is the part that gets me. On the very day he died, the orders had just come through promoting him to major general and giving him his own division. He never saw the paperwork. He never knew he'd earned the Medal of Honor either.
At his funeral his pallbearers were seven of the most famous generals of the war, Bradley, Hodges, Collins, Barton, Huebner, and George Patton. The same Patton who had fired him. Patton wrote in his diary that Roosevelt was one of the bravest men he had ever known.
Years later Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic thing he witnessed in all of World War II. He didn't pause. He said, "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."
@interesting_aIl 90 percent of the vehicles I pass daily are either looking at their phone or typing on a phone up on the steering wheel. Distracted driving is now worse then drinking and driving. Not to mention most of the pedestrians have a phone in their face not paying attention to traffic
This is a critical tourist advisory for anyone visiting our coastlines. What you are looking at is absolutely, under no circumstances, a peaceful manatee. Do not be fooled by the camouflage. 🚨
This is Florida’s most feared, prehistoric sea monster: The Silent Death.
This clueless Patriots fan swimming next to it has no idea how close he is to meeting his maker. He only survived because this specific monster just swallowed a Connecticut blue-hair a few yards back, and she’s still actively chewing on the leftover protest sign.
The Silent Death possesses a terrifying sensory array. A great white shark can smell a drop of blood from a mile away, but the Silent Death can smell soy milk, seasonal depression, and political entitlement from three times that distance. When they strike, there is no chewing—they just swallow you completely whole, like Michelle Obama demolishing a foot-long hot dog at a stadium.
If you are visiting from New England, please understand you do not possess the evolutionary traits required for this environment.
Stay in your dedicated, heavily guarded safe spaces like Disney World, or stick to the hotel pool. The local waters are closed to amateurs. ⛱️
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The running of the Bulls "Sharks" that is...1st time in 7 years we are seeing them like this. Not sure if its lack of rainfall that has so many moving upriver this year or something else.