Michael Roberts

retired Police Officer, USMCR, father, grandfather, loyal husband, God, Country,Family Corps!!!

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 BREAKING: In a massive development, US oil giant Chevron is signing a deal with Iraq to *CIRCUMVENT* the Strait of Hormuz as they move into Iraqi oil fields

This is HUGE, Iran is fuming! 🔥

"Chevron will sign a Memorandum of Understanding today with Iraq to enter into 2 Iraqi oil fields, and doing study to move oil from Iraq north AROUND the Strait, possibly through the Mediterranean Sea. This is all meant to add that global oil supply AVOIDING the issues."

Trump just recently met with the Iraqi PM.

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING

The global oil order is being changed!

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

Bolt knew something was wrong before the wrench hit the floor.
He was the shop dog at Martinez Auto Repair, a brown rescue mutt with oil stains permanently coloring the fur near his paws. He had been found sleeping behind the tire rack one winter and never really lett.
Everyone loved him.
Customers brought biscuits.
Mechanics blamed him for missing sandwiches.
Bolt greeted delivery drivers like he owned the place.
But he belonged most to Frank.
Frank was sixty-four, stubborn, and the kind of man who ignored pain if there was work to finish.
On a Tuesday afternoon, he was under a lifted pickup changing a brake line when Bolt suddenly stood up.
The dog had been asleep beside the office door.
Now his ears were forward.
He walked to Frank's legs and whined.
"Move, buddy," Frank muttered.
Bolt didn't move.
He pawed the floor.
Frank rolled out from under the truck, annoyed.
Then he grabbed his chest.
The wrench slipped from his hand. Bolt barked once.
Sharp.
Ditterent.
Wrong.
The young mechanic in the next bay looked over just in time to see Frank sink to one knee.
Bolt ran to the office, jumped against the counter, and knocked the red service bell onto the floor.
The sound brought everyone running.
Paramedics said later it was a heart attack.
They said the timing mattered.
Frank survived.
At the hospital, when he finally opened his eyes, his tirst question was, "Where's the dog?"
The nurses didn't allow pets in that unit.
So the mechanics took turns holding their phones up for video calls.
Bolt stared at the screen every time, head tilted, contused but listening.
When Frank came back to the shop two weeks later, Bolt walked to him slowly.
No jumping.
No barking.
No wild greeting.
He simply pressed his head against Frank's knee and stayed there.
Frank sat on an overturned bucket and cried in front of all the mechanics who pretended not to notice.
Now Bolt wears a little patch on his collar that says Assistant Manager.
He still sleeps near the office door.
But if Frank works too long without sitting down, Bolt stands up and stares.
Frank listens now.
Sometimes the best employee in the building does not know how to hold a wrench.
But he knows exactly when the man holding one needs saving.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

A skeletal stray chased passing vehicles with a child’s pink helmet in her mouth, falling and returning until a motorcycle convoy stopped—and only then did the riders notice the broken bicycle hidden beneath the highway.

The truck driver thought she was carrying trash.

His dash camera later showed a thin dog climbing from a roadside ravine at 2:19 p.m. with a pink bicycle helmet hanging from her teeth. She reached the edge of Route 89, waited for a gap, and walked into the southbound lane.

The first car swerved.

The dog jumped toward the shoulder but did not leave.

She carried the helmet back into the lane and sat behind it.

For three hours and thirty-five minutes, drivers passed.

Some slowed. Several sounded their horns. One stopped briefly, but when the dog growled at the driver’s outstretched hand, he returned to his vehicle and left.

Nobody followed her stare toward the ravine.

At 5:54, seven motorcycles rounded the curve.

The biker leading them was Raymond “Bear” Callahan, a fifty-four-year-old former Army medic with a gray beard, scarred knuckles, and a faded black leather vest over a plain T-shirt. He had spent twenty-one years working construction after leaving the military and rode with a small Flagstaff club called Iron Mesa.

Bear saw the helmet before he saw the dog.

He raised one fist.

Seven bikes slowed together.

The stray remained in the road, pressing both paws against the helmet as if holding it in place. Dust covered her black saddle and tan legs. One ear stood upright while the other folded outward. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth, and each breath moved her narrow ribs.

Bear approached without reaching for her.

The helmet’s strap had been torn through. Tooth marks lined the edge, and a dried dark stain remained near the cracked rim.

When Bear attempted to move the helmet away from traffic, the dog growled.

Then she turned her head toward the guardrail.

Bear followed the direction of her eyes and saw a red reflection beneath the brush.

He climbed down.

The ravine dropped more than twenty feet from the shoulder. At the bottom, a child’s bicycle had struck the concrete edge of a drainage channel.

Nine-year-old Grace Holloway lay several yards away, unconscious but breathing. She had left a nearby campground shortly after lunch and taken a wrong turn onto an old service road.

Her bicycle slid on loose gravel near the highway. Grace went over the embankment, landing where shrubs concealed her from passing traffic.

The stray dog found her.

Marks on the helmet later showed that the chin buckle had broken during the fall. The dog pulled the helmet from Grace’s head by gripping its loose strap, dragged it up the slope, and carried it into the highway.

She chose the brightest object connected to the child.

Then she waited beside it.

Bear stabilized Grace’s neck while another biker called emergency services. A third rider climbed to the road and moved the dog and helmet onto the shoulder.

The stray resisted until she saw rescuers beside Grace.

Then her body relaxed.

She had not guarded the helmet because she wanted it.

She guarded it because people kept trying to take the sign without finding the child.

Grace survived.

The dog remained beside the ambulance until the doors closed, then searched the empty ravine as though checking whether anyone had been forgotten.

If you have ever mistaken a dog’s refusal for aggression—please, read why she finally released the helmet when one biker spoke four quiet words.

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

🚨 ELECTION INTEGRITY HAMMER DROP!

US Court just upheld Postal Service rule: States MUST submit voter rolls for citizenship verification to get mail-in ballots.

California’s about to feel the heat big time.
Gavin Newsom in full panic mode as non-citizen voting loopholes get slammed shut.

[Commentary: President Trump 47 @Trump47News]

🚨 OBAMA EXPOSED! President Trump posted this last night!

“This should shake every single American in their shoes. I hate to say this, but President Barack Obama, there is now incontrovertible evidence that he was the spearhead of a seditious conspiracy to subvert the will of the American people and overthrow the United States government back in 2016.

We must, absolutely must, hold every one of these criminals accountable for the crimes that they committed.

They are the most heinous crimes committed in American history.

James, James Comey, John Brennan, Clapper, Rice, Biden was in the meeting on July 28th in the Oval Office.

They briefed Barack Obama on Hillary Clinton's plan to, quote, tie Trump to Russia collusion lies. It consumed our national discourse for 5 years.

It undermined a sitting, duly elected president. It sabotaged administration. It framed a 3-star general.

It destroyed and ripped this country apart. We had a constitutional crisis, the likes of which I don't think any American can fully comprehend.

It is atrocious, and every single one of them must be held accountable.”

FOLLOW MY PAGE THE NEXT DROP WILL BE SHOCKING

[CONSTITUTION X 🇺🇸 @ConstitustionX]

🚨 WASHINGTON’S SOCIALIST NIGHTMARE EXPLODING!
Voters are about to REPEAL the insane “Millionaires Tax” — and the rats are already fleeing the sinking ship!
💰 55% of WA business leaders say they’re eyeing the exits. Governor Bob Ferguson rammed through a brutal 9.9% tax on income over $1M… and now the wealthy are bolting to Texas, Florida, Nevada — states with NO income tax and thriving budgets!
Bezos bailed in 2023. Zillow’s co-founder and ex-Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz followed. Even Starbucks is expanding in Tennessee, not Seattle!
This is what “eat the rich” gets you: empty mansions, lost jobs, and a collapsing tax base. Supporters whine about “funding services” while businesses and talent vanish.
ENOUGH! Washington voters have a chance in November to REJECT this failed leftist experiment.
High taxes = economic suicide. Freedom and low taxes = prosperity.
RT if you want EVERY state to learn this lesson! 🔥🇺🇸 #TaxRepeal #WashingtonExodus #MAGA #DrainTheSwamp #Trump2028

[Michael Roberts @jallopy001]

Amen

[Holy Bible @Holy__Bible1]

Heavenly Father,

I come before You with a humble heart. Thank You for Your unfailing love and mercy. You know every burden I carry, every fear in my mind, and every desire in my heart.

Lord Jesus, fill me with Your peace that surpasses all understanding. Give me strength when I am weak, courage when I am afraid, and wisdom to make the right decisions. Help me to trust You completely, even when I cannot see the way ahead.

Forgive my sins, renew my heart, and guide my steps each day. Protect me and my loved ones from all harm. Let Your Holy Spirit lead me in truth, love, and faithfulness.

May Your promises give me hope, Your presence give me comfort, and Your grace sustain me through every season. I choose to place my life in Your hands, knowing that You are always faithful.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ, I pray.

Amen. 🙏

[Michael Roberts @jallopy001]

Amen

[Holy Bible @holybible______]

Jeremiah 29:11

[Sean @ChristIsComing5]

🙌🏼

[Michael Roberts @jallopy001]

Amen

[Life Truth Way @Life_truthway]

Stop scrolling for 30 seconds. Pray this with faith—Jesus is still healing today.

Heavenly Father,

Today I come before You with a heart full of faith. You know every pain I carry, every tear I've cried, and every battle I cannot explain.

Lord Jesus, stretch out Your healing hand over my life. Heal every sickness, every broken heart, every anxious thought, and every hidden wound. Restore what pain has stolen, strengthen what has grown weak, and breathe new life into every part of me.

Where doctors have reached their limits, You have no limits. Where hope seems gone, let Your light shine. Fill me with Your peace that calms every storm and Your strength that overcomes every fear.

I trust that You are working even when I cannot see it. I believe You are the God of miracles, restoration, and new beginnings.

Thank You for Your unfailing love, Your endless mercy, and Your healing power. I place my life completely in Your hands.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen. ❤️

[Military Support @MilitaryCooI]

Former Devgru Red Squadron Chief Special Warfare Operator (SEAL) Keith Walawender who participated in the UBL raid and medically retired in 2014.

Before retiring, Chief Walawender served 15 years in the Special Operations community, including five years at SEAL Team TWO and over eight years at Naval Special Warfare Development Group. His tenure included ten deployments in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom, Operation Enduring Freedom, and numerous other missions worldwide.

[Just call me Gunny @JRM58506966]

The Captain Who Ordered the Bayonet Charge

On February 7, 1951, during the Korean War, Captain Lewis L. Millett led one of the most extraordinary battlefield actions in modern American military history.

Easy Company, 27th Infantry Regiment—known as the "Wolfhounds"—had spent days fighting to capture Hill 180 near Soam-ni. Well-prepared enemy defenses, steep terrain, and determined resistance repeatedly stalled the advance, leaving the company searching for a way to break through.

Captain Millett believed bold leadership could change the outcome.

When one of his platoons became pinned down under intense enemy fire, he gave an order that would become legendary:

"Fix bayonets. Charge!"

Leading from the very front, Millett charged uphill alongside his soldiers, inspiring them to press forward despite relentless enemy fire. During the assault, he was wounded by grenade shrapnel but refused evacuation. Ignoring his injuries, he continued leading the attack until Hill 180 was secured.

The successful assault enabled Easy Company to seize the objective and is widely recognized as the last major American bayonet charge in combat.

For his extraordinary heroism, inspirational leadership, and unwavering devotion to duty, Captain Lewis Millett was awarded the Medal of Honor, the United States' highest military decoration for valor.

His actions became a lasting example of a leader who placed the mission and the lives of his soldiers above his own.

Although warfare has changed dramatically since the Korean War, Millett's actions continue to be studied throughout the military as an enduring example of courage, determination, and decisive leadership under fire.

Today, Lewis Millett is remembered not simply because he made history, but because he inspired the men beside him to accomplish what many believed was impossible.

His legacy reminds us that true leadership is measured not only by the orders a commander gives, but by the willingness to stand shoulder to shoulder with those who carry them out.

"Lead from the front." Captain Lewis L. Millett lived those words.

Story based on historical records.

[Tara Ross @TaraRoss]

#ICYMI Today's "this day in history" story about Jane Kendeigh, Navy flight nurse.

“I don’t remember being frightened while we were on the ground. There wasn’t time to think about anything except getting these wounded men....”

#storytime 🧵👇

[Voices From Vietnam @VoicesfromNam]

The Army turned Richard Pittman down. So did the Navy. The kid from Stockton, California was legally blind in one eye, and as far as the recruiters were concerned that was the end of the conversation. The Marine Corps took him anyway. He enlisted in the fall of 1965, right out of Franklin High School, and by the summer of 1966 he was a 21 year old lance corporal in Company I, 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, in the jungle near the DMZ during Operation Hastings.

On July 24, 1966, his company was strung out along a narrow trail when the lead element walked into a hidden enemy force and got torn apart. Marines went down and the calls started coming back down the trail for more firepower. Pittman heard them, handed off his rifle, grabbed a machine gun and all the ammunition belts he could carry, and ran forward alone toward the shooting.

They hit him at point blank range and he fired back and killed the positions. He kept going. Two automatic weapons opened on him and he destroyed both. Then somebody told him there were more wounded Marines fifty yards further up the trail, so he went through mortar fire and small arms fire to get to them. When he reached the spot where the lead Marines had fallen, between 30 and 40 North Vietnamese came at him head on.

He did not run. He planted himself in the middle of that trail, alone, and raked them with the machine gun until it quit on him. Then he picked up a submachine gun. When that ran dry he used a pistol he took off a dead Marine. When everything was empty he threw his last grenade at them, and the enemy pulled back. Then he walked back to his platoon. He was a lance corporal, 21 years old, and he had personally broken an assault and saved the wounded men lying in that trail.

President Johnson put the Medal of Honor around his neck in May 1968, just after he got out. But Pittman was not done being a Marine. He re-enlisted in 1970 and served another eighteen years, retiring as a master sergeant in 1988 after a 21 year career. He went home to Stockton, raised four daughters, and lived quietly among people who mostly had no idea what he had done on that trail. He died there in 2016 at 71.

His town did not forget. There is a school named for him, a VA clinic named for him, and a stretch of Interstate 5 in San Joaquin County now carries his name. Not bad for a kid nobody wanted because he could not see out of one eye.

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

"My wife passed eight months ago. She left me a handwritten list of things she needed me to do after she was gone. Pay the insurance by the 15th. Call her sister on her birthday. Don't skip the doctor. And number 7 — 'Make sure Bruno gets a walk every single morning without exception. He will be the reason you get out of bed. I planned it that way. I love you. Don't argue with the list.'" I argued with the list for about three days. Then I stopped arguing. I have not missed a single morning since. Six months of mornings. Six months of 6:30am. Six months of Bruno waiting at the door with the specific patience of a dog who knows the list says morning and trusts that morning will happen because she said it would. Some mornings I get dressed on autopilot. Some mornings I don't remember deciding to get up. I just find myself at the door with my coat on and Bruno's leash in my hand. She knew. She knew me better than I knew myself and she wrote it down and she signed it don't argue with the list and she was right she was always right she was right about this the way she was right about everything. My son saw us this morning on his run. He called me after. He couldn't finish a sentence. Neither could I. So we just stayed on the phone for a while breathing in each other's ears the way you do when words are not the right size for what you are feeling. She put me on a leash, honestly. Bruno's leash. And I have never been more grateful to be exactly where I am supposed to be at exactly 6:30am on a February morning that I would not have gotten up for on my own. Number 7. She saved me with number 7. Drop a ❤️ for her. She planned everything. Right down to the morning walks. Right down to us.

[S.W. O'Connell @SWOConnell]

Rev War Tales
Brutal Brant
18 July 1778, Andrustown, New York. Mohawk leader Joseph Brant (Thayendanegea) led a raid by his warriors—accompanied by Loyalist Tories—on the small frontier hamlet near Lake Otsego and present-day Jordanville. The settlement, home to roughly seven German-American families, was caught unprepared on a Sunday morning as residents gathered near the village bake oven. With minimal militia protection, the attackers struck swiftly, killing and scalping inhabitants—contemporary accounts cite around 15 victims—plundering livestock and goods, and taking three scalps. A young boy was taken captive. Every home was burned to the ground. Survivors fled to Fort Herkimer. Andrustown was never rebuilt. This brutal frontier action was part of Brant’s 1778 campaign of raids in the Mohawk Valley, which escalated partisan warfare and cycles of revenge in New York’s borderlands during the American Revolution. #RevWar #AmRev #History #RevWarTales

[Just call me Gunny @JRM58506966]

Sergeant Ryan M. Pitts, age 22, was serving as a forward observer with Chosen Company, 2nd Battalion (Airborne), 503rd Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade, in the village of Wanat, Kunar Province, Afghanistan.

His unit had established a new vehicle patrol base, Kahler Observation Post, near the village just days earlier. The area was known for a heavy insurgent presence.

At approximately 0400 hours, a well-coordinated force of more than 200 Taliban fighters launched a full-scale assault against Pitts' unit, attacking the observation post with rocket-propelled grenades, machine guns, and small arms fire from multiple directions.

Within the opening minutes of the attack, Pitts was struck by shrapnel from RPGs and grenades, suffering severe wounds to his arms and legs.

Despite his injuries, he crawled back to the northern observation post and continued returning fire.

At that moment, the northern position was defended by just nine paratroopers. Several were killed almost immediately. Pitts, though gravely wounded and losing blood, maintained control of the position.

He used fragmentation grenades, an M203 grenade launcher, and his rifle to repel repeated enemy attempts to overrun the post.

While under direct enemy fire, Pitts relayed critical information on Taliban positions and directed 120mm mortar fire onto enemy forces. At times, he spoke in whispers over the radio because the enemy was so close he feared they would hear him.

At one point, Taliban fighters breached the wire and entered the northern position. Pitts—the only soldier still capable of fighting—engaged and killed them at close range.

Alone, he held off the enemy until reinforcements arrived. Even after the position was retaken, he continued providing detailed reports and adjusting supporting fires. He refused evacuation until he had passed along all the critical information needed for others to continue the fight.

Pitts' extraordinary actions prevented the enemy from overrunning the entire observation post. His courage, fire coordination, and refusal to abandon his position were instrumental in repelling a force that vastly outnumbered the Americans.

Of the 48 U.S. soldiers at Wanat, 9 were killed and 27 were wounded. Pitts was the last surviving member of the original defenders of the northern observation post.

For his extraordinary heroism, Ryan M. Pitts was awarded the Medal of Honor by President Barack Obama on July 21, 2014, during a ceremony at the White House.

At the time of the battle, Pitts was serving on his second deployment to Afghanistan. He had enlisted in the U.S. Army in 2003 and medically retired as a Staff Sergeant in 2009.

"I was just one soldier among many who fought with incredible courage that day. The true heroes are the men who never came home." — Medal of Honor recipient Ryan M. Pitts

We remember the fallen of the Battle of Wanat, and we honor the courage, sacrifice, and unwavering determination of Sergeant Ryan M. Pitts and every American who stood beside him.

[Michael Roberts @jallopy001]

I am not sure on these questions

[Tara Ross @TaraRoss]

This weekend’s presidential trivia!

(1) When one President unexpectedly passed away in his sleep, his son telegraphed his siblings: “The old lion is dead.” Which President?

(2) How many Presidents lived to the age of at least 80 years old? Bonus points if you can name them all.

(3) Which First Lady was oldest when she assumed her duties?

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Answers will be posted on Saturday afternoon. Thanks for playing!

#history #presidentialtrivia

[Tara Ross @TaraRoss]

This weekend’s presidential trivia!

(1) When one President unexpectedly passed away in his sleep, his son telegraphed his siblings: “The old lion is dead.” Which President?

(2) How many Presidents lived to the age of at least 80 years old? Bonus points if you can name them all.

(3) Which First Lady was oldest when she assumed her duties?

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Answers will be posted on Saturday afternoon. Thanks for playing!

#history #presidentialtrivia