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Medal of Honor by President Richard Nixon on March 2, 1971, becoming one of the youngest living recipients at the time in history. He runs straight into gunfire no one is surviving. July 11, 1969. A Shau Valley, Vietnam. The jungle is thick, loud, and already filled with wounded men. Delta Company is surrounded. Eighty soldiers trapped. Seventy-eight already dead or injured. Collapse is minutes away. Specialist Fourth Class Gordon Roberts is dropped in by helicopter with his platoon. Fifty feet down by rope, boots hit dirt, and the world explodes. Automatic fire rips through the trees. Grenades tear the ridge apart. Four men go down immediately. There is no time to think. Roberts moves. He breaks from cover and charges the first bunker alone. Two enemy soldiers inside. He eliminates them and climbs on top, signaling his men forward—then another bunker opens up and smashes his rifle apart in his hands. Now he’s exposed. Weapon gone. He doesn’t stop. Roberts grabs an enemy rifle he’s never used before. No idea how much ammunition it holds. No guarantee it even works. So, he switches to what he trusts—grenades. Seven, maybe eight. He starts clearing bunkers one by one. Explosions. Dirt. Smoke. Silence—then more fire. He’s cut off now. Completely alone. No support. No backup. Just a 20-year-old soldier moving through a storm of bullets, choosing to go forward every single time he could have stopped. Four bunkers fall. And then he reaches them. The wounded. The barely breathing. The men who thought no one was coming. Roberts doesn’t rest. He turns around and walks back into the same fire - again and again - carrying them out. One trip. Then another. Then another. Not once. Multiple times. He finishes his tour. Comes home. April 1970. One year later, they hand him the Medal of Honor. He’s 20 years old. The youngest living recipient at the time. But when he speaks, he doesn’t talk about what he did. He talks about the men beside him. Because for Gordon Roberts, the medal was never his. It belonged to the ones he carried out… and the ones he couldn’t.

Private Carlton Barrett was possibly the smallest man in his regiment. 5 feet 4 inches tall. 125 pounds. On the morning of June 6, 1944, he landed at Omaha Beach in neck-deep water, machine gun fire cutting the surface all around him. He made it to shore. Then he turned around and went back in. A soldier was drowning. Barrett pulled him out. Then another. Then another. For hours, under constant fire, this 125-pound man waded back into the surf again and again, pulling drowning men to safety and physically carrying the wounded to evacuation boats offshore. But he didn't stop there. He ran dispatches the full length of the fire-swept beach. He found soldiers paralyzed by shock and calmed them back into action. He appeared wherever the crisis was worst, doing whatever needed doing, treating rank and personal safety as irrelevant details. He did this for hours without stopping. His Medal of Honor citation says his courage had "an inestimable effect on his comrades." That is military understatement for: this small, anonymous man held that section of beach together through sheer force of will. He survived the war. His comrades later said his life darkened after he came home. He lived quietly and died in 1986 in California, largely unknown outside of military history circles. 5 feet 4 inches. 125 pounds. He went back in. Remember him.

Ray Lambert had already been shot twice and blown up once before he ever set foot on Omaha Beach. He had survived the invasion of North Africa in 1943. Then Sicily. Each time he had been wounded. Each time he had gone back. By June 6th, 1944, the 23-year-old Staff Sergeant and head medic of the 16th Infantry Regiment's 2nd Battalion was on his third invasion in two years. He had already won a Silver Star for running through German lines in North Africa to drag wounded men out. He was not supposed to survive a third one. Lambert landed in the first wave at Omaha Beach. Of the 31 men in his landing craft, only 7 survived the day. The other 24 were killed before they even reached the sand. He started working immediately. The first bullet hit his right arm and shattered the bone. He kept going. A second round tore through his right elbow as he was pulling a wounded soldier through the surf. He kept going. Something hit his leg and opened it down to the bone. He put a tourniquet on himself, injected himself with morphine from his own kit, and kept going. He found a slab of concrete on the beach that offered a few inches of cover. He set up a treatment zone behind it, dragging men out of the water and working on them one by one under constant fire. That piece of concrete is still there today. People who visit Omaha Beach call it Ray's Rock. Then a loose landing craft ramp swung loose in the surf and slammed into him. It broke his back. He kept going. Lambert lost count of how many men he treated. The official record credits him with saving at least 15 lives that morning. Other accounts say closer to two dozen. He worked until his body physically stopped, collapsing unconscious at the edge of the surf, bleeding from multiple wounds, his back broken, still in the water. A doctor spotted him. A landing craft pulled him out. Here is the part that does not feel real. Lambert's brother, Euel, had also been wounded at Normandy that day. The two brothers were loaded onto the same evacuation landing craft. They were placed in the same wheeled ambulance. They were taken to the same tent hospital in England. They were brought into the same operating room at the same time. Lambert spent almost a full year recovering before he could walk properly again. He went home. He lived quietly for decades, rarely talking about what happened. In 2019, at the age of 98, he went back to Normandy and stood on the beach again. He published a memoir called Every Man a Hero. It became a New York Times bestseller. In 2021, Ray Lambert died peacefully at home. He was 100 years old. He had three invasions, four serious wounds, a broken back, a Silver Star, multiple Bronze Stars, multiple Purple Hearts, and two dozen men who came home because he refused to stop moving on the worst morning in American military history. Today is June 6th. Remember him.

On this day in 1944 a little town in the Blue Ridge Mountains with about 3200 people would lose 20 sons, with 19 coming on Omaha Beach during the first wave. The “Bedford Boys” were made up primarily from Company A, 116th Infantry Regiment, 29th Infantry Division, and trained for two years in England before leading the charge for one of the greatest battles in history. Bedford would lose 23 sons in total, making it the highest per capita loss of life of any town, which led Congress in to designate Bedford as the site of the D-Day Memorial, dedicated in 2001.

Today should be Richard Best Day. Piloting a Dautless dive bomber, he sank two japanese carriers in battle of Midway. He led his squadron in the attack despite an oxygen system malunction that burned his lungs and permanently disabled him. Hall of Fame American Hero. Unbeatable.

This should be an national holiday.

Not everyday you get to Tee it up with a USGA champion. Thanks Shannon Johnson USGA women’s Mid-Am 2018 for letting me tag along this morning.

"He's the hero everyone says he is." The friends and family of Boston Firefighter Robert Kilduff Jr. reflected on his life of service during his funeral Mass on Monday. Kilduff, a Marine veteran and 24-year veteran of the Boston Fire Department, fell from the third story of a

Mourners arrive for the funeral of Boston firefighter Robert Kilduff

Amazing stats. Watching these two guys in the summer of 1941 had to have been pretty special.

Bobby Kilduff loved being a fire fighter. But more than anything, he loved being a dad. Today, Frank Siller called his children to say @Tunnel2Towers will pay off their family home and support their education. I’m grateful for all they do for the families of our nation’s heroes.

Remembering Sgt. Johanny Rosario Pichardo, 25. Lawrence, Massachusetts. USMC, 5th Marine Expeditionary Brigade. Volunteered to work a security assignment that only women could do in Afghanistan, that was screening women and children. Hero that protected Afghan women and children who were being trampled by the packed in crowds of desperate people outside the airport gates. She helped save lives amidst the chaos of the Afghanistan evacuation. Her final words before she attempted to help women being trampled on the ground were, “They need me, sir.” Killed along with 12 other American heroes after a suicide bomber detonated his explosive belt at Abbey Gate, Kabul, August 26, 2021. Her dedication and courage will never be forgotten. Semper Fi. 🇺🇸

What a great story. Thank you Bernie! Happy Memorial Day! Awesome! What a story. When I visited Omaha Beach I was stunned. What you and the military did there is beyond comprehension. Every American should visit there to understand a little of what happened. #inspirational.

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Remembering Hospital Corpsman Third Class Maxton W. Soviak, 22. Berlin Heights, Ohio. U.S. Navy Corpsman (HM3), 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division. Max was an avid reader enjoying many different genres although history was his favorite. He was not afraid to try new things and was full of adventure. He attended Corpsman school in California at Camp Pendleton. Upon graduation he was assigned to 2/1 Ghost company. Killed by a suicide bomber along with 12 other service members at the Abbey Gate of Hamid Karzai International Airport in Kabul, Afghanistan. Hero who answered “Corpsman Up” to aid a mother and child at Abbey Gate before the blast took him, August 26, 2021. His dedication and courage will never be forgotten. 🇺🇸