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Austro-Hungarian trench raiders near Caporetto, 1917.
Trench raiding emerged as a tactical element of trench warfare during World War I, involving stealthy, nocturnal surprise assaults on enemy fortifications.
Groups of soldiers, often with their faces camouflaged in burnt cork, would navigate the hazardous stretch of no man's land, evading barbed wire and debris, to penetrate opposing trench lines. The expanse separating adversaries could span several hundred meters, rendering any daylight assault futile due to the vigilant watch of enemy sharpshooters and machine gunners who dominated the open battlefield.
Equipped with the U.S. M1917 "Knuckle Duster" trench knife and its accompanying leather sheath, raiders would employ stealth to approach and silently eliminate sentries, using the dim light of cigarettes or the sound of voices as guides. Upon securing a section, they aimed to swiftly achieve their objectives, often within minutes, knowing that prolonged presence increased the risk of encountering en… 0 reply
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In 1989, a Costa Rican fisherman named Gilberto “Chito” Shedden rescued a crocodile that had been shot in the head. After nursing the crocodile back to health, Chito released it back into the wild.
But to his surprise, the next day, the crocodile, whom he had named "Pocho," followed him home and ended up sleeping on his porch.
The crocodile kept returning, and over time, Chito began training Pocho. Slowly, they developed a deep bond that lasted a lifetime.
For over twenty years, Chito swam with Pocho in the river near his home, often at night. They would play, talk, and share affectionate moments, with Chito hugging, kissing, and caressing the crocodile.
Chito's first wife left him because of the time he spent with Pocho, but he shrugged it off, saying he could always find another wife, but never another Pocho. 0 reply
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Jesús García Corona: The Hero of Nacozari
Jesús García Corona, born on November 13, 1881, in Hermosillo, Mexico. He was a railroad brakeman for the train that covered the line between Nacozari and Douglas, Arizona.
On November 7, 1907, while the train was stopped in the town, García noticed that some hay on the roof of a car containing dynamite had caught fire. The fire was caused by sparks that spread from the locomotive’s failing smokebox.
Recognizing the imminent danger, García made a split-second decision that would cost him his life but save the town.
He drove the train in reverse downhill at full-steam six kilometers out of the town before the dynamite exploded.
The explosion killed him, but his quick thinking and selfless act spared the population of the mining town.
In honor of his heroic act, a statue was raised, and the name of the town of Nacozari was changed to Nacozari de García. 0 reply
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Toby— "The Heimlich Hound"
Debbie, a 45-year-old jewelry artist, was enjoying an apple at her home. Suddenly, a piece of the apple lodged in her throat, causing her to choke. Despite her attempts to dislodge the apple using the Heimlich maneuver on herself, her efforts proved unsuccessful.
It was at this critical juncture that Toby, a 2-year-old Golden Retriever, sprang into action.
Observing his owner’s distress, Toby quickly assessed the situation. In an act of what can only be described as instinctive brilliance, Toby used his front paws to push Debbie to the ground.
Once she was on her back, Toby began jumping up and down on her chest. This unorthodox method, akin to a modified Heimlich maneuver, proved effective. The force exerted by Toby’s jumps dislodged the apple, thereby saving Debbie’s life.
After the apple was dislodged, Toby continued to care for Debbie by licking her face, an act that Debbie believes kept her from passing out. The aftermath of this incident left Debbie with paw… 0 reply
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In 1927 in Plains, Georgia, a three-year-old boy named Jimmy Carter lived next door to an auto mechanic, Francis Smith, and his pregnant wife, Allie.
That August, Allie went into labor, and Jimmy's mother, a nurse, helped deliver her daughter. The next day, little Jimmy went next door and peered into the crib. The baby inside was named Rosalynn. As a teenager, Rosie had a fierce crush on Jimmy, but he was three years older, and apparently took little notice of the shy kid next door.
During WWII, he left town to join the Naval Academy. One day in the summer of 1945, Jimmy returned to Plains on vacation.
While riding in the rumble seat of a friend's Ford, he looked toward the United Methodist church and saw Rosie, now seventeen and all grown up, standing out front. He was gobsmacked.
Jimmy hopped out of the rumble seat and asked her to the movies. She jumped right in. He came home that night and told his mother that the baby she'd delivered seventeen years earlier was the girl he was going to marry.
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In 1927 in Plains, Georgia, a three-year-old boy named Jimmy Carter lived next door to an auto mechanic, Francis Smith, and his pregnant wife, Allie.
That August, Allie went into labor, and Jimmy's mother, a nurse, helped deliver her daughter. The next day, little Jimmy went next door and peered into the crib. The baby inside was named Rosalynn. As a teenager, Rosie had a fierce crush on Jimmy, but he was three years older, and apparently took little notice of the shy kid next door.
During WWII, he left town to join the Naval Academy. One day in the summer of 1945, Jimmy returned to Plains on vacation.
While riding in the rumble seat of a friend's Ford, he looked toward the United Methodist church and saw Rosie, now seventeen and all grown up, standing out front. He was gobsmacked.
Jimmy hopped out of the rumble seat and asked her to the movies. She jumped right in. He came home that night and told his mother that the baby she'd delivered seventeen years earlier was the girl he was going to marry. 0 reply
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“When my parents and grandmother died in a car accident, they left five children in the care of our grandpa, my mother's father. Our paternal grandparents had passed away long ago. Grandpa raised us as his own, providing love and support through our darkest times.
As we grew older, I, being the youngest, had the closest relationship with him. We shared his hobby of restoring old books, spending countless hours in his library.
When grandpa passed away, his will was read. He had spent all his savings on raising us and offered each of us $10,000 from his remaining estate or his most treasured possession—an old photo album filled with family photos.
My siblings quickly chose the money, mocking me for considering the album. They said, "You must have done something to upset him. You're a loser."
Despite their taunts, the photo album soon changed my life in ways I never imagined.” 0 reply
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