On Memorial Day, we pay tribute to the brave men and women in uniform who gave their lives for this country that we love. It is a debt we can never fully repay, but we must never stop trying. I’ll always be grateful to our fallen heroes and their families, whose sacrifice reminds us of what it means to live for something greater than ourselves.
@saniyafatma1278 I think it’s lovely!! If it makes your heart sing, then let no one stop you!! Your friends will adapt & accept ur decision bc it’s “yours” to make 💖 Wishing you a beautiful, meaningful, fun filled Wedding! 🎊🎉💖
@MAGACult2 Good to hear you get that off your chest MagaCultSlayer 👏👏 Stereotyping sucks. You can’t ’assume anything’ anymore, humans are multifaceted.
Btw,
(My father & brother & sister were from OK… his parents were farmers :)) Take Care 👍
@native_am_pride Absolutely should be taught!! I was in my 30’s & 60’s b4 learning about this insane round up via our Gov. I never met them. My paternal Grandma, was 100% Choctaw indigenous., G-pa was White American, they farmed land in OK, & Sanger, TX.
@BoLoudon@SpiritedWarrio1@RudyGiuliani Praying for peace and healing! 🙏
The left literally sucked the life out of him. He was RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING! Rest Mr Mayor. We got this!
Robert Ingram was moving with Marines through Vietnam in 1966 when the jungle around them suddenly explded with enemy fire. Bullets ripped through trees and brush as Marines were ht almost instantly. The ambush turned the area into chaos within seconds, wounded men scattered across open ground while gunfire kept pouring into the position from multiple directions. Ingram was a Navy corpsman. He wasn’t carrying a heavy weapon. He carried medical supplies, bandages, morphine, and the responsibility of keeping wounded Marines alive long enough to escape the battlefield. When the shooting started, he didn’t move away from it. He ran directly toward the wounded. Within minutes, enemy rounds struck him. Then he was hit again. And again. Most people would have crawled for safety after the first wound. Ingram crawled toward the men calling for help instead. Witnesses later described him spending nearly three straight hours under relentless enemy fire treating wounded Marines across the battlefield. Sixty-three men received aid from him that day. He stopped bleeding, wrapped wounds, administered morphine, dragged injured Marines into safer positions, and sometimes shielded them with his own body while bullets tore through the jungle around them. Blood soaked through his uniform as his own injuries worsened, yet every time someone tried pulling him out of the fight, he refused because more wounded Marines still needed him. Eventually, the injuries and blood loss overwhelmed him, and his body finally collapsed from exhaustion and wounds. But dozens of Marines survived because he refused to stop crawling toward danger long after survival for himself should have been the priority. For his actions, he later received the Medal of Honor, the nation’s highest military award for valor. Yet behind the ceremony and headlines was something simpler and harder to understand, a medic repeatedly choosing other people’s lives over his own while wounded and under fire for hours. Wars are often remembered through battles and generals. But many soldiers came home alive because one corpsman refused to quit moving through gunfire with a medical kit in his hands.❤️❤️❤️🇺🇸
@mjfree Why is it so hard for people to see the proof in the actions and still want to defend him. Even his own mother makes reference to him. I guess the bible was right- evil will become good and good will become evil. No wonder nothing has changed thru the years of lies.
Budapest. 1944. The Arrow Cross were at the door.
They were Hungarian Nazis. They tied Jews together with wire, shot one, and let the rest drown in the Danube River.
Now they wanted the Jews hidden inside her convent.
Sister Margit Slachta was 60. Quiet. Small. Unshakable.
She opened the door. She stood in their way. She refused to let them search.
They beat her to the floor. They almost killed her.
She got up.
She called the Vatican. She argued. She delayed them. She screamed at them in the name of God.
Behind the walls she was protecting: Jewish women dressed in gray nun habits. Jewish children sleeping in orphan beds. Forged baptism papers. Fake names. An entire secret network.
The Arrow Cross left. The Jews inside survived.
This was one day. There were hundreds like it.
Here is how she got there.
Margit was born in 1884 in a small Hungarian town. She was smart. She spoke French and German. She trained as a teacher.
At 24, she joined a religious order.
In 1920, she became the first woman ever elected to the Hungarian parliament.
Not the tenth. Not the fifth. The first.
In 1923, she founded her own order, the Sisters of Social Service. Nurses. Midwives. Teachers. Women serving the poorest women.
Then the 1930s came. Fascism. Hitler. Hungary moved closer to the Nazis.
In 1938, the first anti-Jewish laws passed in Hungary.
Most Hungarians accepted them. Most looked away.
Margit did not.
She ran a Catholic newspaper called Voice of the Spirit. She published articles against the laws. She called them crimes. She called them evil.
The government shut her newspaper down in 1943. She kept printing in secret.
In 1941, thousands of Jews were deported from Hungary and massacred at Kamenets-Podolsk. One of the largest mass killings before Auschwitz.
Margit went directly to the wife of the Hungarian head of state. She demanded action.
In 1943, she travelled to Rome. She met a cardinal. She got an audience with Pope Pius XII. She begged the Vatican to stop the deportations.
A small nun in a habit, walking into the most powerful rooms in Europe, refusing to be dismissed.
Then came March 19, 1944. The Nazis occupied Hungary. The deportations exploded.
In eight weeks, 437,000 Hungarian Jews were sent to Auschwitz. Most died within days. It was the fastest mass murder of the entire Holocaust.
Margit went to work.
She turned every building she had into a hiding place. The convent. The orphanages. The social homes. Every bed became shelter for a Jewish family.
Her sisters forged baptism papers. They made fake identity cards. They dressed Jewish women in gray habits and walked them through checkpoints as nuns.
She told her sisters the truth. "Our faith demands we protect the Jews. Even if it leads to our deaths."
One sister, Sára Salkaházi, was caught in December 1944. She could have escaped. She came back. She told the Nazis the Jews were her responsibility.
They took her to the Danube. They shot her. They threw her body in the river.
She died for what Margit had taught her.
Margit's own convent stood directly across from an Arrow Cross headquarters, a building known for torturing Jews. She sheltered Jews in the building facing her enemies' front door.
By the end of the war, her sisters had saved more than 2,000 Jewish lives.
Then the war ended. And her nightmare was not over.
The Soviets arrived. Hungary became communist. The new regime did not like Catholic nuns either.
Margit returned to parliament in 1945. She kept fighting. She defended religious freedom.
In 1948, the communists nationalised all Catholic schools. When the vote passed, every MP stood for the national anthem.
Margit stayed seated.
They banned her. They hunted her. In 1949, friends gave her false papers. She fled Hungary.
She lived out her life quietly in Buffalo, New York. She refused interviews. She wrote no memoir. She died in 1974, age 89, in a small convent, far from home.
In 1985, Israel finally honoured her as Righteous Among the Nations. She had been dead for 11 years.
In December 2021, her body was finally flown home to Budapest and reburied with honours. She had been dead for 47 years.
Margit did not do one brave thing. She did brave things every day for six straight years.
Beaten. Threatened. Nearly killed. Then exiled. Then forgotten.
Her crime? Refusing to look away.
Her legacy? Thousands of Jewish grandchildren and great-grandchildren alive today. Because one 60-year-old nun stood in a doorway and said no.
Meet Davyon Johnson, an 11 year old from Muskogee, Oklahoma, who saved two lives in a single day. ❤️
At school, a classmate began choking on a bottle cap. Davyon sprang into action, didn’t hesitate & performed the Heimlich maneuver to dislodge it. That same afternoon, Davyon spotted a house engulfed in flames with an elderly woman trapped inside. He charged toward the fire & guided her out to safety. No cameras. No script. Just pure courage & a heart full of compassion.
Because one boy’s decision to act, two lives were spared to see another sunrise.
True change doesn’t require fame or wealth. It starts with kindness in motion & love that steps forward.
Repost to make him famous & keep humanity’s flame alive. ❤️