General Omar Bradley called it the most dangerous mission of D-Day. He was not wrong.
At 6:30am on June 6, 1944, 225 Army Rangers approached a 100-foot sheer cliff face on the Normandy coast called Pointe du Hoc.
Their mission: climb it.
The cliff was vertical. The Germans were at the top with full visibility of everyone below. As the Rangers fired grappling hooks upward, the Germans cut the ropes. Shot the men hanging on them. Dropped grenades over the edge onto the climbers beneath.
The Rangers kept climbing.
It took roughly 40 minutes. Men fell. Men were shot off the ropes. The ones behind them grabbed the ropes and kept going.
They reached the top.
Then came the gut punch: the massive 155mm artillery guns they had been sent to destroy were gone. The Germans had moved them inland before the invasion. The entire mission had been sent to destroy guns that weren't there.
Most commanders would have regrouped and called it done.
The Rangers fanned out. Two miles inland, they found the guns, hidden in an orchard, already aimed at Utah Beach and loaded to fire. They destroyed every one with thermite grenades.
Then they dug in. Cut off, with almost no ammunition, no reinforcements, and no resupply, 225 men held Pointe du Hoc against relentless German counterattacks for two full days.
When relief finally arrived, only 90 Rangers could still stand and fight.
Their names are carved on a memorial in Normandy. Most Americans today cannot name a single one.
A TT tribute to Joey 🏁
Michael Dunlop completed a tribute lap of the Mountain Course on a replica of his uncle Joey's winning Honda machine from 2000.
#BBCBikes
I remember the chorus of Don't Look Back by Boston gave me huge chills when I first heard it. It's such a soaring guitar melody. Tom Scholz was an MIT engineer/rock star!
Did you know that the first women to land on the Normandy beachhead in June 1944 were nurses of Queen Alexandra’s Imperial Nursing Service?
Their task was to establish a field hospital for 600 wounded soldiers.
They succeeded.
Please remember these heroines who saved lives:
HARRISON DECLARED WINNER OF 2026 MILWAUKEE SENIOR TT
Following the conclusion of the 2026 Isle of Man TT Races, Dean Harrison has been declared the winner of the Milwaukee Senior TT based on the positions at the end of lap one in Friday evening’s original race start.
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When I spend too much time online, I become convinced that humanity is cooked. Then I go outside and everything is fine.
And my feed is relatively positive compared to many others. It's no wonder there are so many doomers.
The Minor Chord Solo Trick! 😎 #guitar
Are you missing beautiful extensions in your solos? Here are two arpeggios that help you fix that on minor chords! Great sounds!
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Lee Marvin died on August 29, 1987, at the Tucson Medical Center in Arizona. He was 63 years old.
The cause was a heart attack complicated by respiratory distress and long-standing cardiovascular disease. Family members, including his wife Pamela Feeley, were by his side during his final hours. One of his children had rushed in after hearing his condition had worsened.
Earlier that morning, Marvin was alert and responsive.
By noon, everything changed.
He collapsed suddenly, and despite immediate efforts by medical staff, he could not be revived. The man who had spent decades portraying some of cinema’s toughest characters was gone.
In the final years of his life, Marvin had largely stepped away from Hollywood.
After completing "The Delta Force" (1986) with Chuck Norris, he declined additional film offers. Age, old injuries, and declining health had taken their toll. Friends said he was tired of the spotlight and wanted a quieter existence.
He found that peace in Tucson, Arizona.
Living with Pamela in a modest ranch-style home, Marvin settled into a simple routine. The dry desert climate helped ease his breathing problems, and he embraced a slower pace of life.
Most mornings began before sunrise.
He brewed his own coffee, listened to jazz or country records, and spent hours reading military history and Western novels. A stack of Louis L’Amour books rarely left his side.
Family visits became more meaningful during those years.
Relationships that had experienced difficulties in the past slowly improved. There were efforts to reconnect, and Marvin seemed content with those small victories.
His days were quiet.
A walk around the yard, dinner at home, a drink in the evening, and old war documentaries on television. Sometimes he laughed at familiar faces appearing on screen. “They don’t shoot ’em like that anymore,” he remarked during a rare local radio interview.
Behind the rugged image was a man becoming increasingly reflective.
“I spent a lifetime trying to be the toughest guy in the room,” he said. “Turns out, peace is harder to find than a fight.”
As 1987 progressed, his health deteriorated rapidly.
Hospital stays became more frequent. Breathing grew difficult. Oxygen tanks became part of daily life. The fishing trips he once loved were no longer possible.
Still, he rarely complained.
Instead, he sat on his porch watching the Arizona horizon and writing brief thoughts in a leather journal. Short entries captured simple moments, memories, and passing reflections.
On August 29, 1987, that quiet chapter came to an end.
His final words to Pamela the night before were simple and heartfelt:
“I’m tired, hon. Let’s rest awhile.”
As the desert sky stretched endlessly above Tucson, Lee Marvin slipped away with the same quiet strength that had defined his final years.
Three years without you.
Some absences are never erased by time. Today, we remember Raül Torras with the same respect, admiration, and affection as on the very first day.
Thank you for everything you gave us, both on and off the track.
Always with us.
🏁 #RT49🐗 #EternoRaül
So sad to hear the news of Ned Jarrett’s passing. You can’t compare the greats of NASCAR without talking about him. He ranks as one of the Greats! But more than that, he was one of the greatest men I ever knew.
My prayers and love to my friends Patti, Glenn and Dale.
Arefeh Beigi, 20, from Zarrinshahr.
She survived the first bullet. Wounded and helpless, she was then deliberately executed with a close-range shot to the head.
Arefeh had a name, a family, and a future. The Islamic regime took all of it from her. 💔
Out of 16.4 million Americans who served in WWII, only about 40,000 are still alive.
They’re dying at a rate of ~100 per day.
These are the heroes who saved the world from tyranny.
Find one. Thank one. Listen to their stories.
While you still can.