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01/09/2026

With deep sorrow, we say farewell to Joy Lofthouse, one of the last surviving female pilots of WWII and a truly remarkable woman who showed that courage can come from the most ordinary beginnings and carry a person into history. Joy Lofthouse has taken her final flight, passing away at the age of 94.

With her passing, the world lost far more than a pioneering woman pilot. We lost one of the last living voices from a generation of extraordinary women who answered their country's call when the world was at war, and who dared to fly into the unknown when few believed women belonged in the cockpit.🕊️✈️

Her story did not start among aircraft or military airfields. She was born Joyce Gough in 1923, and before the war changed her life, she was simply a young woman working as a bank cashier. She had never flown an airplane. Remarkably, she had not even learned to drive a car.

Then came one advertisement. The Air Transport Auxiliary was looking for pilots. Joy answered the call. Out of thousands of applicants, only a small number of women were chosen. Against the odds, Joy earned her place—and so did her sister, Yvonne. Two sisters, both stepping away from ordinary life and into a world of roaring engines, dangerous skies, and a war that demanded everything from those brave enough to serve.

Joy became one of the legendary women of the Air Transport Auxiliary, affectionately known as the “Attagirls.” While young men flew into combat against the enemy, Joy and her fellow ATA pilots carried the aircraft that made those missions possible. They ferried warplanes from factories and repair units to the airfields where they were desperately needed, often flying alone across wartime Britain. There were no guarantees they would return safely. There was no romance in those skies, only responsibility, uncertainty, and courage.

Joy learned to fly aircraft she had never imagined she would one day command. Over the course of her service, she flew around 18 different types of aircraft, including the Mustang and the powerful Hawker Tempest. But there was one aircraft that captured her heart forever. The legendary Supermarine Spitfire. For a young woman who had once never even stepped into an airplane, the moment she found herself in the cockpit of a Spitfire must have seemed almost impossible. Yet there she was, soaring above wartime Britain in one of the most iconic fighter aircraft ever built.

The skies were beautiful, but they could also be merciless. ATA pilots often flew alone, navigating with maps and landmarks, facing unpredictable weather and the constant danger that came with flying unfamiliar aircraft. Every mission demanded skill. Every takeoff carried uncertainty. Every successful landing was another quiet victory. And some of Joy's fellow pilots were not fortunate enough to return.

That is why the courage of women like Joy Lofthouse should never be measured merely by the number of aircraft they flew. Their bravery was found in every moment they climbed into a cockpit knowing that the journey ahead offered no promises. In a world where women were still expected to remain on the sidelines, Joy and the Attagirls helped rewrite what was possible. They did not ask for permission to be brave. They simply proved, day after day, that courage, skill, and determination did not belong to one gender.

When the war finally ended, the Air Transport Auxiliary was dissolved. Like so many women who had stepped forward when their country needed them most, Joy's extraordinary wartime chapter came to an end, and she eventually devoted herself to a new life of service as a teacher. But the skies never truly left her heart.

Decades later, at the age of 92, Joy returned to the cockpit of a Spitfire—nearly seventy years after her wartime flying days. Once again, the woman who had helped carry Britain's aircraft through its darkest hour found herself beside the machine she loved most. For a moment, history seemed to come alive again. The young woman who had answered a small advertisement so many years before had become a living symbol of courage. The bank cashier who had never flown. The girl who had not even learned to drive. The woman who defied expectations and rose into the skies when the world was burning.

Now, Joy has flown beyond our sight. With her passing, another precious voice from the Second World War has fallen silent. Another living connection to that generation of sacrifice has slipped gently into history. But some lives are too extraordinary to disappear. Some stories are too powerful to be forgotten.

Joy Lofthouse's legacy will live wherever people remember the women who stepped forward when freedom was in danger. It will live in the roar of a Spitfire engine, in the open sky above Britain, and in every young person who is told that something is impossible, and chooses to try anyway. Rest peacefully, Joy Lofthouse. 🕊️

30/08/2026

We bow our heads in solemn silence as we say farewell to Chester Nez, a warrior, a hero, and the last surviving member of the original 29 Navajo Marines who created the legendary Navajo Code during World War II. With his passing at the age of 93, America lost far more than a remarkable veteran. We lost a living connection to a generation that bore the weight of war in silence, served their country with extraordinary courage, and helped save the lives of countless fellow Marines with a language the enemy could never break. 🕊️🇺🇸

But Chester Nez’s story began long before the battlefield. Born in 1921 in Chi Chil Tah, New Mexico, Nez grew up speaking the Navajo language of his ancestors. As a child, he was sent to boarding school, where Native American children were pressured to abandon their language and culture, and speaking Navajo could bring punishment. He learned early that the words passed down by generations of his people were considered something to be silenced.

Then history turned that cruelty on its head. After America entered World War II, Nez volunteered for the U.S. Marine Corps. In 1942, he became one of the Original 29 Navajo Marines selected for a secret mission unlike anything the military had attempted before. Together, these young men built the foundation of a code based on the Navajo language, a code meant to be spoken, memorized, and understood only by those trained to use it. The language he had once been punished for speaking would now become his weapon.

Chester Nez carried that code into some of the fiercest fighting in the Pacific. At Guadalcanal and other brutal campaigns, his voice cut through the chaos of war, carrying vital battlefield messages that commanders relied upon. At Peleliu, he witnessed the terrible human cost of combat and carried those memories with him long after the guns fell silent.

Yet when Nez returned home, he could not tell the world what he had done. The mission remained classified. There were no immediate headlines celebrating the young Navajo Marines. No public recognition could fully explain what they had accomplished. For decades, Nez carried the memories of war, and the secret of the code, in silence.

There is something deeply heartbreaking about that silence. A nation that had once tried to suppress his language ultimately depended on that very language for survival. The Navajo words that authorities had tried to erase became a shield for American forces. The culture they had tried to diminish became an essential part of the American war effort. And the young man who had once been told that his language had no place in the classroom went on to help prove that those ancient words could withstand an enemy that had defeated some of America's most sophisticated codes.

In 2001, decades after the war, Chester Nez and the other Original 29 finally received the Congressional Gold Medal, one of America's highest civilian honors. But perhaps his greatest legacy was never the medal. It was the voice. It was the language. It was the courage to serve. And it was the memory of the young Navajo Marines who entered history carrying nothing more than their training, their courage, and the words of their ancestors.

When Chester Nez died, the last living member of that Original 29 passed into history. With him went the final firsthand connection to the small group of men who had created the foundation of the Navajo Code. Their radio frequencies eventually fell silent. But their story never will.

Chester Nez fought on distant islands thousands of miles from home. He endured the horrors of war, carried memories that could not easily be spoken, and returned to a country that did not yet fully understand the magnitude of what he and his fellow Code Talkers had given. He never asked to be remembered as a legend. He simply answered the call.

And perhaps that is what makes his story so powerful. He was a child whose language was forbidden. A Marine who turned that language into a weapon. A soldier who carried a secret for decades. And a hero whose quiet voice helped protect countless lives.

Today, we remember not only Chester Nez, but the Original 29 who stood beside him, the young men who transformed their ancestral language into an unbreakable military code and carried it into the darkest hours of World War II. Their service cannot be repaid. Their sacrifice cannot be measured. And their story must never be forgotten.

Rest peacefully, Chester Nez. Your final watch has ended. Your radio has gone quiet. Your mission is complete. But the words you carried from your ancestors still echo through history. We remember you. We honor you. And we will never forget. 🕊️🇺🇸

29/08/2026

Our hearts are broken as we say farewell to World War II Veteran and the Nation’s Oldest Marine, Roy Drinkard of Cullman, Alabama, who passed away peacefully on August 23, 2026, at the age of 106. For more than a century, Roy Drinkard lived a life marked by service, sacrifice, courage, and an unwavering love for his country and his community. He carried the memories of a generation that gave so much, and his presence was a living reminder of the courage and devotion that helped shape our nation. 🇺🇸🕊️

Born in Falkville on July 12, 1920, Roy went on to serve as a United States Marine and became a respected businessman, civic leader, philanthropist, and tireless advocate for education and economic development in Cullman. After graduating from St. Bernard High School and Gupton-Jones College of Mortuary Science, he answered the call of his nation and served as a Marine in the Pacific during World War II. He witnessed a generation's greatest struggle and carried the values of that service with him for the rest of his extraordinary life.

When he returned home, Roy built a successful business career, founding Drinkard Chevrolet and later Drinkard Development. But his greatest legacy was never measured in buildings, businesses, or dollars. It was measured in the lives he touched and the community he helped build. For nearly 30 years, he chaired the Cullman Industrial Development Board, helping bring jobs, investment, and opportunity to the region. As the last surviving member of the legendary “Flying Fifty,” he remained a driving force in the growth and prosperity of Cullman. And even after more than seven decades had passed since his military service, Roy never stopped standing behind his fellow Marines. Following the tragic 2015 attack on military recruiters in Chattanooga, he personally spent $33,000 to install level-four ballistic glass at Cullman’s Marine Corps recruiting office—a powerful reminder that his commitment to those who wore the uniform never faded with age.

His devotion to education was just as profound. He served on the Troy University Board of Trustees, donated land for educational facilities, and helped raise thousands of dollars for college scholarships, opening doors of opportunity for generations who would follow.

At 106 years old, Roy Drinkard leaves behind far more than a remarkable story. He leaves behind a legacy of courage. A legacy of service. A legacy of sacrifice. A legacy of generosity. He belonged to a generation that was asked to defend freedom—and he answered the call. He came home from war and spent the rest of his life serving others. The uniform may have been laid down long ago, but the Marine never left him.

Today, we say goodbye to a true American hero, a beloved son of Alabama, and a Marine whose life was a testament to duty and honor. Rest easy, Marine. Your watch is over.

Thank you, Roy Drinkard, for your service to our nation, your devotion to your fellow Marines, and the countless ways you served your community. We will remember you. We will honor your legacy. And we will never forget your service. Semper Fidelis, Sir. May you rest in eternal peace.

26/08/2026

With profound sorrow, we remember Eva Schloss, Holocaust survivor, witness, educator, and a courageous voice who spent her life carrying the memories of those who never had the chance to grow old, who passed away in London at the age of 96. Her passing marks the loss of another precious firsthand witness to one of the darkest chapters in human history, but her extraordinary life and the testimony she preserved will continue to speak to generations long after her death.🕊️

Born Eva Minni Geiringer on May 11, 1929, in Vienna, Austria, she was still a child when the world around her began to shift. After N**i Germany annexed Austria in 1938, antisemitism and persecution increasingly entered the lives of Jewish families like hers. Eva, her parents, Erich and Elfriede “Fritzi” Geiringer, and her older brother Heinz eventually fled Austria and found refuge in Amsterdam. There, Eva lived only a short distance from another Jewish girl whose name would later become known throughout the world: Anne Frank. They knew each other as children and attended school in Amsterdam. Neither could have imagined the terrible fate that awaited them.

When N**i Germany occupied the Netherlands, Jewish families were gradually stripped of their freedom, their rights, their homes, and their sense of safety. Eva's family eventually went into hiding, desperately trying to escape deportation. For nearly two years, hiding became their life. On May 11, 1944, Eva’s 15th birthday, a betrayal shattered the fragile safety her family had desperately tried to preserve. Eva was still only a child when the darkness of the Holocaust stole her childhood away. Her family’s hiding place was betrayed, and they were arrested and deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau. There, on the 15th birthday that should have been filled with love, family, and hope, Eva was instead confronted with hunger, terror, cruelty, and the unimaginable reality of a world determined to destroy her. She endured conditions no child should ever have been forced to face. She witnessed suffering that would remain with her for the rest of her life, and she endured the devastating loss of those she loved most.

Eva survived Auschwitz, but her beloved father and her brother, Heinz, did not. She returned from the camps carrying wounds that could not be seen and memories that could never be forgotten. Yet Eva refused to let her suffering be the end of her story. For decades, she turned unimaginable pain into a mission of remembrance. She stood before generations of young people and told them what happened, not to seek hatred or revenge, but to ensure that the world would never forget the human cost of hatred, antisemitism, prejudice, and indifference. Through her mother’s marriage to Otto Frank, Eva also became Anne Frank’s posthumous stepsister, forever linking her life to one of the most enduring stories of the Holocaust. But Eva's own story stood powerfully on its own: the story of a frightened teenage girl who survived Auschwitz and grew into a tireless guardian of memory.

At the age of 96, Eva Schloss passed away in London. Another voice of the Holocaust has fallen silent. And yet, she is not truly gone. She lives on in every testimony she recorded, every book she wrote, every young person she taught, and every heart she touched with the simple but profound truth that we must remember. She carried the memories of her father and brother when they could no longer carry them themselves. She carried the memories of millions who were murdered and silenced. And until the very end, she carried them with extraordinary courage.

Eva Schloss survived the darkness so that others could hear the truth. We remember not only the suffering she endured, but the courage with which she transformed that suffering into a lifetime of hope, education, and remembrance. May her memory be a blessing. May we never forget Eva Schloss. May we never forget those she remembered. And may we never forget.

25/08/2026

Our hearts ache as we announce the passing of Jeanne Gibson, a treasured Rosie the Riveter, who died at the remarkable age of 100. With her passing, America doesn’t just lose a cherished member of the Greatest Generation, we bid farewell to a woman whose quiet courage helped lay the foundations of victory, whose life became a testament to perseverance, and whose beautiful spirit will continue to echo through generations yet to come. 🕊️🇺🇸

In the summer of 1944, at only 18 years old, Jeanne left her home in Minnesota and stepped into history. While countless young men fought overseas, Jeanne answered her nation’s call on the Home Front, becoming a welder at Todd Pacific Shipyards in Seattle. With steady hands, determination, and remarkable resolve, she helped construct destroyers that would sail into war and strengthen the Allied fight for freedom during World War II.

Her service did not end when the shipyard lights dimmed. Jeanne later continued serving with the Army Transportation Corps in Juneau, Alaska, carrying with her the same unwavering devotion to duty that defined an entire generation of Americans who placed service above self.

But Jeanne’s story was never limited to the war years. She embraced life with an insatiable desire to learn, to teach, and to inspire. She earned her Ph.D., devoted nearly thirty years to educating others, achieved her private pilot’s license, and kept pursuing new horizons with the same fearless spirit that had guided her since she was a young Rosie. She proved, time and time again, that purpose has no expiration date and that a courageous heart never grows old.

In 2024, Jeanne and her fellow Rosies received the Congressional Gold Medal, one of the nation’s highest civilian honors—a long-overdue recognition of the extraordinary women whose labor, sacrifice, and resilience helped secure victory during the Second World War. It was more than an award; it was a national thank-you to women who quietly changed history with welding torches, factory tools, and unwavering determination.

To everyone at Pacific Historic Parks, Jeanne was never merely a historical figure. She was family. Again and again, she traveled to Hawaiʻi to share her incredible journey with visitors from around the world. She stood before classrooms filled with curious students, spoke with warmth and humility, and brought the story of the Home Front to life in a way no textbook ever could. Her radiant smile, infectious enthusiasm, and generous heart made every encounter feel deeply personal.

Perhaps one of Jeanne’s greatest gifts was the hope she planted in young girls. She encouraged them to dream boldly, stand confidently, and believe that even the greatest challenges can be overcome with courage and determination. Through both her words and the example of her own remarkable life, she reminded generations that strength is not measured by fame or fortune, but by the willingness to answer life’s call with integrity and purpose.

Even in her later years, Jeanne remained devoted to preserving the legacy of the Rosie the Riveters. She faithfully volunteered at Rosie the Riveter WWII Home Front National Historical Park during its cherished "Rosie Fridays," ensuring that the stories of the women who worked, sacrificed, and endured during World War II would never disappear into history.

There is something profoundly moving about the final chapter of her beautiful life. Only days before her passing, Jeanne was honored with a Wall of Honor banner at the park she loved so dearly and celebrated during a San Jose Earthquakes halftime ceremony recognizing Bay Area heroes. It was as though the world paused, if only for a moment, to say thank you, to celebrate a century of courage, kindness, service, and grace before she peacefully took her final flight.

Although Jeanne is no longer with us, the light she carried has not gone out. It shines in the destroyers she helped build. It lives in the students whose lives she changed. It endures in every young woman encouraged to chase an impossible dream. And it will forever remain woven into the proud legacy of the Rosie the Riveters who proved that ordinary people, united by extraordinary purpose, can change the course of history.

Our deepest prayers and heartfelt condolences are with Jeanne’s family, her beloved fellow Rosies, her friends, and every person whose life was touched by her remarkable presence. Rest in eternal peace, Jeanne Gibson. Thank you for stepping forward when your country needed you. Thank you for dedicating your life to service, education, and inspiration. Thank you for showing the world that true heroism is often found not in the spotlight, but in the humble hands of those who quietly build a better future for everyone. You may have taken your final flight, dear Jeanne, but your legacy will soar forever. Rest in peace, Rosie. You will never be forgotten. 🕊️🇺🇸

09/08/2026

Exactly on this day in 1936, the world watched a 22-year-old from Alabama named Jesse Owens achieve absolute immortality.

The setting was the Olympic Stadium in Berlin, Germany. The atmosphere was thick with a chilling, militarized tension. Swastikas lined the walls, and the stands were packed with a hostile crowd that expected a sweeping victory for the regime's handpicked athletes.

Jesse Owens entered that stadium completely alone.

He wasn't just racing against the clock or the runners in the lanes beside him. He was carrying the profound emotional burden of his people. Back home in a segre

06/08/2026

06/08/2026

Bartłomiej Kubkowski first tried to swim across the Baltic Sea in 2021. He reached 71 miles (115 kilometers) before the sea stopped him. He returned in 2022 and covered 73 miles (117 kilometers). In 2023, snow fell on him in mid-August, and his team pulled him out at 81 miles (130 kilometers). In 2025, on his fourth attempt, he swam for over 52 hours and made it 99 miles (159 kilometers), just 7 miles (11 kilometers) from the Polish coast, before exhaustion and worsening conditions forced him out of the water.

Across four failed attempts, he had swum 324 miles (521 kilometers) of the Baltic

06/08/2026

January 15, 1865. The Confederate stronghold of Fort Fisher, North Carolina, was under assault by a huge Union force of sailors, marines, and soldiers. Among them was a young landsman named Gurdon H. Barter, serving aboard the USS Minnesota. Barter stormed the beach with the assaulting party from his ship. He pushed ahead to the top of the sand hill and partway through the breach in the palisades, right into a firestorm of enemy bu*lets that cut down officers and men all around him. Then the unthinkable happened. More than two thirds of the men were gripped by panic and ran. Barter did not. He remained in that breach, in the smoke and chaos, until darkness finally fell, when the party could safely withdraw, bringing out their wounded, their weapons, and their colors. For this extraordinary heroism, Gurdon H. Barter was awarded the Medal of Honor. He was one of nine sailors from the USS Minnesota honored for their courage that day at Fort Fisher. A young sailor. A collapsing line. A choice to stand when everyone else ran. Image credit: Wikipedia

06/08/2026

On this day, August 6th, we lost Sergeant David C. Dolby. A hero this country has allowed to quietly slip into the shadows of history. He was just a boy from Norristown, Pennsylvania, who joined the Army from Philadelphia at 18 years old. Nothing about him hinted at the storm he would one day walk into.

On May 21, 1966, deep in the jungles of Vietnam, his platoon was torn apart in a sudden ambush. Six of his brothers fell in an instant. His platoon leader lay dy*ng. Chaos and fire surrounded him. Dolby moved the wounded to safety with his own hands, then turned and charged the enemy alone until his am******on ran dry. He reloaded. He went back. Alone, he silenced three enemy machine gu*s, breaking the grip of f*re that had pinned down his men. He carried a wounded soldier through the chaos to safety, then crawled through g*nfi*e to within 50 meters of the enemy bunkers to mark them for air strikes. For four hours, exposed and unprotected, he held his ground directing artillery f*re until every surviving man reached safety. His courage that day became a light for his entire company.

He came home. He was promoted to Sergeant. In 1967, President Lyndon B. Johnson placed the Medal of Honor around his neck. He gave four more tours to Vietnam in the years that followed. He di*d quietly in his sleep on August 6, 2010, far from home, at a veterans' gathering in Idaho. Rest in peace, Sergeant David C. Dolby. Forgotten by too many. Never by us. 🇺🇸