What do you get when you bring three Purple Heart recipients together on the floor of Congress? One awesome f*cking photo.
On Thursday, Rep. Brian Mast (R-Fla.) shared this fantastic photo of himself with fellow wounded veterans Jim Baird and Dan Crenshaw during their swearing-in at the start of the 116th Congress.
Baird, recently elected to represent Indiana's 4th congressional district, lost his left arm while serving in the Army during the Vietnam War, while Crenshaw, a Navy SEAL veteran, lost his right eye to an IED blast in Afghanistan in 2012. Mast himself lost both legs to an Afghan IED in 2010.
"5 eyes. 5 arms. 4 legs. All American," Mast, who has served in Congress since January 2017, wrote of his fellow Republicans and incoming freshman congressman. "Welcome to Congress, @ElectJimBaird and @DanCrenshawTX."
According to Military.com, all three of the men are Bronze Star recipients as well.
NEWPORT — The explosion and sinking of the ship in 1943 claimed at least 1,138 lives, and while the sea swallowed the bones there were people, too, who also worked to shroud the bodies.
The sinking of the H.M.T. Rohna was the greatest loss of life at sea by enemy action in the history of U.S. war, but the British Admiralty demanded silence from the survivors and the tragedy was immediately classified by the U.S. War Department.
Michael Walsh of Newport is working to bring the story of the Rohna to the surface with a documentary film, which includes interviews with some of the survivors of the attack. Walsh has interviewed about 45 men who were aboard the ship when it was hit.
Editor's note: this story originally appeared in 2018
How you die matters. Ten years ago, on Memorial Day, I was in Fallujah, serving a year-long tour on the staff and conducting vehicle patrols between Abu Ghraib and Ramadi. That day I attended a memorial service in the field. It was just one of many held that year in Iraq, and one of the countless I witnessed over my 20 years in the U.S. Marine Corps.
Like many military veterans, Memorial Day is not abstract to me. It is personal; a moment when we remember our friends. A day, as Oliver Wendell Holmes said, “sacred to memories of love and grief and heroic youth."