Annlee Hines

Neanderthal-American - and I eat like it. Knocking on 70's door.

[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

They just don’t make them like this anymore.

Or do they?

Join the Infantry.

Inspire generations with your stories and songs.

Transcend time and culture.

Become the man you were supposed to be.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@HiddenHistoryYT And they proved (again) that "one is none, two is one" doesn't just apply to personal kit.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@EEHines St. Helena. It worked for Bonaparte ....

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@infantrydort And some of us ♀️refuse to wear them. In my case, after nearly losing an Achilles tendon and going through therapy to rebuild it. Never again.

[Nameless G @RealTmDaddy]

Lets not forget that Eisenhower made a lot of mistakes in previous campaigns. His chain of command deserves credit for not relieving him the first time he had any sort of setback. He grew as a leader learning from those mistakes. In todays culture he would have been relieved & a new commander would have started at the bottom of the learning curve

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

Never forget. This shows who they are.

[Visegrád 24 @visegrad24]

A rare photo of the aftermath of the Tiananmen Square massacre of June 4th 1989.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

The richest man in America signed a document that could have gotten him hanged, and when someone sneered that he was safe because no one would know which Charles Carroll to come for, he picked up the pen and told the British exactly where to find him.

His name was Charles Carroll, and the colonies were crawling with men who shared it. His own father was Charles Carroll of Annapolis. So when the Declaration of Independence came to him for signing in 1776, a delegate made a cruel little joke. He said Carroll risked nothing by signing. There were so many Charles Carrolls that the King's men would never know which one to hang.

Carroll didn't argue. He leaned over the page and added three words to his signature: "of Carrollton." The name of his estate. His address. He was the only signer in the entire room who wrote down where he lived, and he did it on purpose, so that if the British wanted to come hang the traitor, they would know exactly which door to knock on.

That is who Charles Carroll of Carrollton was.

Here is what makes the moment even sharper. He was not a man with little to lose. He was the single wealthiest man in the thirteen colonies and the largest private landowner among them. While George Washington and John Hancock get talked about as rich men, it was Carroll who topped them all. When he signed, he was wagering the biggest personal fortune in America against a noose.

And he was the last man anyone would have expected to be there at all. Carroll was Catholic. In colonial Maryland, a colony founded as a Catholic refuge that had since turned on its own, Catholics could not vote. They could not hold public office. They could not worship in public. The most educated, wealthiest man in America was, in the eyes of the law, a second-class subject barred from the very government he was helping to create. He had spent seventeen years being educated by Jesuits in France and spoke five languages fluently, and back home he still could not legally cast a ballot.

So he became the only Catholic to sign the Declaration of Independence, putting his name on a revolution that he hoped would build a country with room for men like him. That was its own enormous bet, made by a man the existing system had already shut out.

Then he simply outlived everyone.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died on the same astonishing day, July 4, 1826, exactly fifty years after the Declaration. When they were gone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last living signer left on earth. For six more years he was the final human link to that room in Philadelphia, the last hand that had signed, a living relic of the founding that ordinary Americans traveled to see and shake.

He finally died in November 1832 at the age of ninety-five, fifty-six years after he wrote his address on a treason document and dared the empire to come find him.

The richest man in America. The only Catholic. The last one standing. He had more to lose than any of them, every legal reason to stay quiet, and he signed his full address anyway.

We remember the names we were handed in school. We forget the man who made sure his couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's.

Which Founding Father do you think history shortchanged the most?

[Visegrád 24 @visegrad24]

🇺🇸 Islamist scholars Karim Abu Zaid and Uthman Ibn Farooq in Texas:

“Islam will rule the world...That’s our goal…we believe the best thing for America is Islam.”

[cdrsalamander @cdrsalamander]

A good object lesson about what can happen to you when you invade your neighbor in an orgy of rape, torture, murder, kidnapping -- mostly against unarmed civillians.

[HUNTSMAN 🇺🇲 @maphumanintent]

Human culture is one of the few (potential) exceptions to entropic decay.

Decline is a choice.

Callously allowing Henry Nowak to bleed out in fucking handcuffs because the demon who murdered him claimed his precious feefees were aggrieved is a choice—but one made by the feckless bobbies and their chain of command long before an innocent man was read his "rights" even as he died upon the altar of progressive vanities.

Here in the U.S., allowing cities to burn in the wake of Floyd's death was a choice.

Allowing Iryna Zarutska (an immigrant herself) to be brutally murdered by a homegrown psychopath enabled by a woke in-justice system was a choice.

Nearly every murder of an innocent man or woman by monsters is a choice.

Industrializing and incentivizing the importation of regressive third world cultures was a choice.

Granting so much power to Marxist-globalist NGOs to infiltrate, infect, and indoctrinate our body politic was a choice.

Failure to prepare for the worst and watch Los Angeles literally burn due to predictable wildfires, and metaphorically burn due to open air drug markets and the homeless-industrial complex, is a choice.

And even as it seems that the once-mighty empire whose rule of law informed our own Constitution—and whose abuse of individual human dignity necessitated it—is hellbent on passing quietly into the dustbin of history, we in the U.S. will no longer repeat these bad choices.

Civilizational death is not inevitable.

And I will fight until I draw my last breath to not squander the herital birthright of liberty bequeathed to me, my children, and every American 250 years ago.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@CynicalPublius I've concluded journalists are professional voyeurs, writing and talking about how they perceive events. Because, for them, all the world is indeed a stage. They haven't caught on to the rest of what the Bard said about that.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@EEHines Arlington already responded to this set of claims, refuting all of it, several days ago.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@KurtSchlichter Looks like it was a Christmas pageant - shepherds, angels, etc. That's not the every week service, as might be implied by the OP.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@infantrydort I disagree, somewhat. They (at least the true faithful) believe they are promoting on merit. Their concept of merit is not ours. Theirs is based on immutable characteristics which serve their ideology.
Ours is based on results when utopia somehow fails to arrive on time.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@RealCynicalFox And the village of Lidice was repaid, in full. Let's not forget them.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@grok @MarkVanDrie @4thOfJuly365 "Viking" shields but chanting (not very loudly) AROO with each step - a Spartan battle cry. Mixed historical cosplay. Feels fun, fatal in real life.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

@KurtSchlichter So many things wrong with his assumptions. A settlement with compensation has many precedents. Congress is not involved - the funds come from a separate Treasury compensation account.

[Jason T. Williams @jtwill_76]

James Abell, far right, did the single bravest thing I ever saw someone do in combat. We were ambushed from both sides of the road and above us near the Balad Market in March 2006. During the ambush SPC Bradley Hayes was shot in the head through the door of his vehicle - after which his vehicle left the road and crashed into the patio of a nearby house. Hayes was driving the vehicle behind mine and when I heard his vehicle mate screaming in the radio that he’d been hit, I went back for him.
As I was getting out of my vehicle I told my gunner “Cover me. I’m going for him.” Abell, who was sitting behind me because the night before his vehicle had been destroyed when an IED went off between us, said “Sir, do you want me to go with you.” My initial thought was no. I was the leader and it was my responsibility. I didn’t want to put him in any more danger than he was already in. But after a moment, knowing I would likely need some help, I said “Yes. Grab the aid & litter bag.” I meant combat lifesaver bag, which was immediately behind Abell’s head inside the vehicle, but I said aid & litter bag. I took off for Hayes and Abell climbed up on the back of our vehicle, completely exposing himself in the midst of the ambush, pulled out his pocket knife, cut off the litter, and brought it to me & Hayes. He did it because his Captain told him to. In the years that have followed that night I have come to realize he did it for me. He did it because I told him to. He trusted me. Trying to live a life worthy of that everyday is a helluva thing.
Abell died in a car accident four years later. I’ll never forget the phone call from our 1SG telling me the news. I cried like a baby. I still think of Abell everyday…I really do. I still try to live a life worthy of who believed I was…I really do.

I’ve been a soldier for 32 years and without question the people are the best part. Along the way you get to serve with the James Abell’s of the world… and life doesn’t get any better than that.

Have a meaningful weekend.

[Annlee Hines @ralflongwalker]

Amen. The price is high - it must be remembered, or we'll be charged again.
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[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

This Memorial Day, I come bearing a message from the dead.

Not from Arlington. Not from Baghdad or Kandahar. But from a quiet Tennessee field where thunder once walked on two legs. Where America, for the first time, saw what it had really done to itself.

Shiloh.

The name means “place of peace.” But in April 1862, it became the bloodiest battlefield in the Western Hemisphere up to that point. Over 23,000 Americans fell in just two days.

By the time the smoke cleared at Shiloh, more Americans had fallen in that single battle than in the entire Civil War up to that point, and nearly as many as in all our previous wars combined.

It wasn’t supposed to be that way. Until then, people thought war would be quick. Glorious. Clean. Shiloh shattered the illusion.

In Grant’s own memoirs, he described one field so covered in bodies, you could walk across it without touching the earth. North. South. Blue. Gray. All American. Because who's the traitor in a civil war? Whoever you're aiming at.

I don’t need to rehash tactics or terrain. I’ve studied enough battle maps to know where men fell without ever having been there. That’s not what matters.

What matters is what they still whisper if you’re willing to listen:

“Why are you trying to relearn the lessons we paid for in fire and blood?”

This is about understanding what happens when a country turns on itself, when honor outweighs reason, when the illusion of righteousness becomes more important than unity.

You want to erase the ugliness of the past? Be careful. Because if you only remember one side of a war, you’re halfway to starting another.

This Memorial Day, remember both sides. Not to praise them. But to reflect on the complexity of men and the situations they're thrust into. To reflect on the cost. And to promise.... deep in your soul... not to pay it again.