Recuerdo que antes de las redes sociales, los insultos no se aguantaban y se resolvían a golpes en las calles. Ahora se esconden detrás de nombres ficticios para no sufrir las consecuencias. Ya me cansé. Me insultas, te bloqueo. Mejor me quedo hablando solo que con irrespetuosos

Two markers of American freedom. June 13, 1776, 250 years ago today: The Continental Congress selects five members for the Committee of War and Ordnance. June 13, 2026: Trump's name comes down from the Kennedy Center.

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Private Edward Dwyer was just 19 years old when he was awarded the Victoria Cross for extraordinary bravery at Hill 60 in 1915. A year later, he was killed in action in France. One of the youngest heroes of the First World War. 🇬🇧

#ICYMI Yesterday's "this day in history" story about Medal of Honor recipient Robert G. Cole. “He died as he had lived,” a West Point Association of Graduates website concludes, “unafraid, with his first thoughts for his men.” #storytime 🧵👇

On this day in 1900, a Czech Jewish woman was born. On the 8 Sep 1942 she was deported to Theresienstadt with her husband and on the 28 Oct 1944 to Auschwitz where they perished. Her name was Blanka Weintraubová Support @AuschwitzMuseum

Ryan Pitts (born October 1, 1985) is a former United States Army Soldier and is the ninth living recipient of the Medal of Honor from the War in Afghanistan. Citation: Sergeant Ryan M. Pitts distinguished himself by extraordinary acts of heroism at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as a Forward Observer in 2d Platoon, Chosen Company, 2d Battalion (Airborne), 503d Infantry Regiment, 173d Airborne Brigade, during combat operations against an armed enemy at Vehicle Patrol Base Kahler vicinity of Wanat Village, Kunar Province, Afghanistan on July 13, 2008. Early that morning, while Sergeant Pitts was providing perimeter security at Observation Post Topside, a well-organized Anti-Afghan Force consisting of over 200 members initiated a close proximity sustained and complex assault using accurate and intense rocket-propelled grenade, machine gun and small arms fire on Wanat Vehicle Patrol Base. An immediate wave of rocket-propelled grenade rounds engulfed the Observation Post wounding Sergeant Pitts and inflicting heavy casualties. Sergeant Pitts had been knocked to the ground and was bleeding heavily from shrapnel wounds to his arm and legs, but with incredible toughness and resolve, he subsequently took control of the observation post and returned fire on the enemy. As the enemy drew nearer, Sergeant Pitts threw grenades, holding them after the pin was pulled and the safety lever was released to allow a nearly immediate detonation on the hostile forces. Unable to stand on his own and near death because of the severity of his wounds and blood loss, Sergeant Pitts continued to lay suppressive fire until a two-man reinforcement team arrived. Sergeant Pitts quickly assisted them by giving up his main weapon and gathering ammunition all while continually lobbing fragmentary grenades until these were expended. At this point, Sergeant Pitts crawled to the northern position radio and described the situation to the command post as the enemy continued to try and isolate the Observation Post from the main Patrol Base. With the enemy close enough for him to hear their voices and with total disregard for his own life, Sergeant Pitts whispered in radio situation reports and conveyed information that the Command Post used to provide indirect fire support. Sergeant Pitts' courage, steadfast commitment to the defense of his unit and ability to fight while seriously wounded prevented the enemy from overrunning the observation post and capturing fallen American soldiers, and ultimately prevented the enemy from gaining fortified positions on higher ground from which to attack Wanat Vehicle Patrol Base. Sergeant Ryan M. Pitts' extraordinary heroism and selflessness above and beyond the call of duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself, Company C, 2d Battalion (Airborne), 503d Infantry Regiment, 173d Airborne Brigade and the United States Army.

12 June 1936 | A French Jewish boy, Paul Solman, was born in Paris. He arrived at #Auschwitz in a transport of 1,000 Jews deported from Drancy. He was murdered afer the selection in a gas chamber. --- ▶ A short video showing the ruins of gas chamber and crematorium III: youtube.com/shorts/ipQmBPAlJ…

Tennessee Special Forces SFC Jesse Alexander Gray Gave All June 12, 1964 Remember The Fallen American Warrior 💪🏻🇺🇸🦅

13 June 1937 | A Hungarian Jewish girl, Naomi Plattner, was born. In June 1944 she was deported to #Auschwitz and murdered in a gas chamber. --- Children at Auschwitz 📖 Lesson: lekcja.auschwitz.org/dzieci_… 🎧 Podcast: youtu.be/aYKx_zpLSqA

🇺🇸 US Air Force Staff Sergeant Timothy Louis Bowles was a dedicated service member who was killed in action at the age of 24 while serving during Operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan.🕊️ On March 15, 2009, though he was not originally scheduled to work, Bowles again volunteered to take the spot of an ill comrade on a patrol mission. The security convoy was traveling near Kot in Eastern Afghanistan to inspect a recently rebuilt local school. While en route, his Humvee encountered an improvised explosive device (IED). The resulting explosion inflicted fatal wounds, claiming the lives of Bowles and three fellow service members. #USAirforce #History #Military #Afghanistanwar

U.S. Army Pilot Warrant Officer John Stephenson Wilson was Killed in Action June 12, 1970 in Thua Thien Province, South Vietnam. John was 21 from Bedford Heights, Ohio. Charlie Co. 158th Assault HELO BN, 101st AVN Group, 101st Airborne DIV. Remember John today American Hero🎖️🇺🇸🦅

Políticamente no tiene nada que perder ya que necesita los $$ por el Municipio estar quebrado noticel.com/ultima-hora/2026…

She looked like a farm girl. Blonde braids, shy smile, barely 16—or so they thought. She was 22, a history student, and one of the deadliest assassins in Warsaw. The Gestapo called her "Little Wanda." They put 150,000 złoty on her head. She kept killing them anyway. In 1943, Niuta Teitelbaum walked into a Gestapo apartment on Chmielna Street in central Warsaw. She wore her blonde hair in two long braids. A kerchief tied around her head. The look of a Polish farm girl—innocent, harmless, maybe a little embarrassed to be there. Three Nazi officers looked up when she entered. She blushed. Smiled meekly. Then she pulled out a gun and shot all three of them. Two died instantly. One survived, wounded. Niuta wasn't satisfied. She found a physician's coat. Walked into the hospital where the wounded Nazi was being treated. Entered his room—where a police officer stood guard—and shot them both dead. Then she walked out, braids swinging, still looking like a farm girl who wouldn't hurt a fly. This was Niuta Teitelbaum at 24 years old. History student turned assassin. The woman the Gestapo called "Little Wanda with the Braids" and put on every most-wanted list in Warsaw. The woman who, in one single day in 1943, shot and killed five Nazi soldiers. Niuta was born in Warsaw in 1917 to a devout Jewish family. She studied history at Warsaw University, the kind of brilliant young woman who should have had a future writing books, teaching, building a quiet academic life. Then Germany invaded Poland in September 1939. Niuta was 22 years old. Petite. Baby-faced. She looked closer to 16. She could have fled. Many did. She didn't. Instead, she walked into the Polish underground resistance headquarters in October 1939—one of the first volunteers—and said: "I am a Jew. My place is in the struggle against the Nazis for the honor of my people and for a free Poland!" They looked at this tiny blonde girl with braids and probably wondered what she could possibly do. She showed them. Niuta joined Gwardia Ludowa, the Communist underground resistance. And she discovered something powerful: her appearance was a weapon. The Nazis expected resistance fighters to look dangerous. Hardened. Male. Military. Niuta looked like a schoolgirl. Sweet. Harmless. The kind of girl who'd giggle and blush if you spoke to her. So she leaned into it. She wore her blonde hair in long braids—a style that screamed "innocent Polish peasant." She dressed simply. She perfected a shy, embarrassed demeanor. And she walked straight into Nazi headquarters, offices, and homes—and killed them. One of her most audacious early missions: she approached the guards outside a Nazi officer's headquarters, looking flustered and embarrassed. "I need to speak with [officer's name]," she said quietly, blushing. "It's... a personal matter." The guards assumed she was pregnant. A scared farm girl who'd gotten involved with a Nazi officer and now needed help. They waved her through. She walked into the officer's office, pulled out a pistol with a silencer, and shot him in the head while he sat at his desk. Then she smiled meekly at the guards on her way out. They had no idea what had just happened. For nearly three years, Niuta operated across Warsaw. She transported weapons. Smuggled Jews to safe houses. Carried messages between resistance cells. And she killed Nazis. Methodically. Efficiently. Without mercy. The Gestapo knew someone was doing it. They called her "Little Wanda with the Braids." They put her on every most-wanted list. They offered 150,000 złoty—a massive bounty—for information leading to her capture. But they couldn't find her. Because they were looking for a dangerous criminal, and she looked like a girl selling vegetables at the market. In January 1943, Niuta was part of a special unit that planted a bomb in Kammerlichtspiele Cinema—a theater frequented by Nazi soldiers. The bomb went off during a screening. Nazis died. In April 1943, she was trapped in the Warsaw Ghetto when the famous uprising began. Most of the ghetto fighters knew it was a suicide mission. They fought anyway, determined to die fighting rather than be sent to death camps. Thousands died. Niuta survived and escaped. She kept killing. But in July 1943, the Gestapo finally tracked her down. They burst into her hiding place before she could swallow the cyanide pill she always carried—the last escape route for resistance fighters who knew what capture meant. They arrested her. Interrogated her. Tortured her for weeks. She told them nothing. No names. No safe houses. No operations. No information about any other resistance fighters. They broke her body. They couldn't break her will. Niuta Teitelbaum was executed by the Germans in late 1943. She was 25 years old. She'd spent three years as one of Warsaw's most effective resistance fighters. She'd killed at minimum five Nazi soldiers and officers—some sources say more. She'd bombed a Nazi cinema. She'd smuggled weapons and people. She'd survived the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. And she'd done it all while looking like a girl who should be studying for exams, not executing Gestapo officers. The Polish underground called her "Heroine of Warsaw." The Nazis called her "Little Wanda with the Braids"—the baby-faced girl they hunted for three years and couldn't catch until someone betrayed her hiding place. For decades after the war, her story was largely forgotten. Overlooked in broader histories of the Holocaust and Jewish resistance. Maybe because she was a woman. Maybe because she was a Communist. Maybe because acknowledging that young women—girls who looked like they belonged in classrooms, not battlefields—had been some of the most effective assassins in the resistance challenged too many comfortable narratives about war and violence. But Niuta Teitelbaum's story is real. She was a 22-year-old history student who watched the Nazis invade her city and decided she wouldn't run. She turned her innocent appearance into a weapon. She walked into rooms full of armed Nazis, smiled shyly, and killed them. She survived longer than most resistance fighters. Killed more Nazis than many soldiers. And when they finally captured her, tortured her, demanded she betray her comrades—she told them nothing. Because she'd meant what she said in 1939: her place was in the struggle against the Nazis, for the honor of her people and for a free Poland. She didn't look like a soldier. That was her greatest weapon. And the Nazis never saw her coming—until it was too late.

Remembering Private Jonathan Crow, 3rd Battalion Parachute Regiment, killed during the Battle of Mount Longdon, Falkland Islands on the 12th June 1982 aged 21. #Falklands @falklands_utd

West Virginia Marine GS Robert Lee Lockhart Gave All June 11, 1969 Remember The Fallen 🇺🇸 American Hero Semper Fi

🇺🇸 Most Badass Americans You Don’t Know D-Day Edition (D 5): Robert G. Cole Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole jumped into Normandy on D-Day with the Screaming Eagles of the 101st Airborne Division and became one of the most legendary figures of the entire campaign. Born March 19, 1915, at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, Cole was the son of an Army doctor. He graduated from West Point in 1939, then volunteered for the paratroopers in 1941. He rose through the ranks with lightning speed. By D-Day he was a Lieutenant Colonel commanding the 3rd Battalion, 502nd Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division. On the night of June 5 to 6, 1944, Cole parachuted into France behind Utah Beach. Despite the chaos of scattered drops and heavy resistance, he quickly rallied about 75 men, seized key objectives, and helped open the way for the 4th Infantry Division coming ashore. Five days later, the fight for Carentan was raging. Capturing the town was critical. It would finally link the forces from Utah Beach with those from Omaha Beach. Cole’s 3rd Battalion was tasked with forcing the last bridges over the Douve River along a narrow, exposed causeway. On June 11, 1944, his battalion advanced straight into a meat grinder. German riflemen, machine guns, mortars, and artillery from well-dug-in positions just 150 yards away pinned the entire unit to the ground. For over an hour the fire held them in place and raked up heavy casualties. The situation looked hopeless. Cole refused to accept it. With disregard for his own life, he stood up in front of his men, drew his pistol, and shouted for them to fix bayonets. He called for smoke to screen the advance, then blew his whistle and led the charge himself. He shouted: “These goose-stepping Heinies think they know how to fight a war! We’re about to learn ’em a lesson! There’s several thousand Krauts in front of us and only a few hundred left of us, but we are well able to take this thing. When I blow the whistle, I want every one of you goddamn jayhawks right on my ass!” Cole charged across the open ground straight into the enemy positions. When a man fell, he grabbed the soldier’s rifle and bayonet and kept going. His men surged forward behind him in one of the rare and incredibly ballsy bayonet charges of World War II. They stormed the German lines in brutal close-quarters fighting, broke the enemy resistance, and secured the bridgehead. It cost them dearly. Roughly half his battalion became casualties. But Cole’s leadership turned an impossible situation into victory. His actions helped seal the link between the two American beachheads and opened the road to Carentan. In September 1944, during Operation Market Garden in the Netherlands, he was still at the front with his battalion near Best. While personally placing orange identification panels in an open field to mark his position for friendly aircraft rather than ordering a man to do it, he was shot and killed by a German sniper. He was 29 years old. For his extraordinary heroism on June 11, 1944, Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. The medal was presented to his mother, widow, and son on October 30, 1944, at Fort Sam Houston, the very post where he was born. He rests today in the Netherlands American Cemetery in Margraten, Holland. Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole is an American Badass. Thank you, Colonel! 🫡🇺🇸

My great uncle, my grandfather's brother, Joseph Finn, was awarded a Purple Heart for dying in action in the battle of Okinawa in World War Two. "The young soldier died while advancing in the face of intense Japanese machinegun fire," said a letter to the family from Private Finn's commanding officer. He was initially declined entry into the Army but was perseverant and later accepted. He died not long after. He's a hero to me. Thank you to all the service members who sacrificed their lives so we can live the free, cushy lives we live today. 🇺🇸