Mildly interesting
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Wonder if that is the same kangeroo that beat up that other guy? LOL
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Only 42 years separate the first solo plane going across the Atlantic non stop until man landed on the moon.
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My birthplace.
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Only 42 years separate the first solo plane going across the Atlantic non stop until man landed on the moon.
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Deep sea carrion consumers….
https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20260311-the-strange-deep-sea-creatures-that-eat-whales
@Renauda Very cool and interesting article. A whole "environment" born, lives and dies on the dead whale.
I remember as a kid having a "debate" about whether the earth could just be some kids science project and we dont know it.
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@Renauda Very cool and interesting article. A whole "environment" born, lives and dies on the dead whale.
I remember as a kid having a "debate" about whether the earth could just be some kids science project and we dont know it.
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We used to think. Maybe he is on school holiday right now. What will happen when he comes back and the project is over?
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We used to think. Maybe he is on school holiday right now. What will happen when he comes back and the project is over?
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We used to think. Maybe he is on school holiday right now. What will happen when he comes back and the project is over?
What I said was actually true. I imagined that I had developed the simulation (though I didn’t know to use that word yet) and that I like everyone else was playing a role in it. As part of this daydream I was still a kid in ‘real life’ and that after the simulation ended I would win some prize or accolades for having developed it.
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Six weeks after September 11, 2001, twelve American soldiers were quietly loaded onto a helicopter in Uzbekistan and flown over the Hindu Kush mountains in the dead of night.
No tanks. No armored vehicles. No air support waiting on the ground.
Just twelve Green Berets, over a hundred pounds of gear each, and a mission that their own commanders privately doubted any of them would survive.
They landed in a remote Afghan village called Dehi, in the pitch black, surrounded by a country they barely had maps for.
And then someone handed them horses.
Not metaphorically. Actual horses — Afghan stallions, tough as nails and famously difficult to control. Wooden saddles covered in carpet scraps. Stirrups so short their knees rode up around their ears.
Captain Mark Nutsch, who'd grown up on a cattle ranch in Kansas and competed in collegiate rodeos, became trail boss on the spot. For the other ten men on his team — Operational Detachment Alpha 595 of the 5th Special Forces Group — the learning curve was immediate and unforgiving. The first words one of his sergeants learned in Dari were: "How do you make him stop?"
They had linked up with General Abdul Rashid Dostum, a Northern Alliance warlord who controlled thousands of fighters and knew this territory like the back of his hand. The deal was simple: the Americans would call in precision airstrikes from horseback. Dostum's cavalry would do the charging. Together, they would take Mazar-i-Sharif — a Taliban stronghold of 250,000 people — and crack open northern Afghanistan.
Military planners had estimated it would take two years.
Task Force Dagger gave ODA 595 three weeks.
For 23 days of nearly continuous combat, the Horse Soldiers lived like men from a different century. They ate what the Afghans ate. They slept on the ground in freezing mountain passes. They rode trails so narrow and sheer that one wrong step meant a thousand-foot drop. Staff Sergeant Will Summers started the mission at 185 pounds. He left Afghanistan five weeks later weighing 143.
The Taliban had tanks. Soviet-era armor, antiaircraft guns, fortified positions dug into the mountains. Against this, twelve Americans on horseback radioed coordinates to aircraft circling invisibly above, and watched the positions erupt.
On November 9, 2001, they rode into the kind of moment that people are not supposed to experience in the modern world.
Nutsch and his team joined hundreds of Dostum's horsemen in a thundering cavalry charge across an open plain — directly into entrenched Taliban lines. Under fire. At a gallop. Calling in close air support between strides.
It was the first cavalry charge of the 21st century.
It was also the last.
The next day, Mazar-i-Sharif fell. The Taliban's northern stronghold collapsed. Within weeks, the regime itself began to unravel — a domino effect that started with twelve men and borrowed horses in the mountains.
All twelve of them came home.
Zero American fatalities. Against a fortified enemy that outnumbered and outgunned them at every turn.
Today, across from Ground Zero in New York City, there is a bronze statue — sixteen feet tall — of a Special Forces soldier on horseback, rifle across his lap, looking west. It honors ODA 595 and the teams who rode with them.
Most Americans walk past it every day without knowing the story.
Now you do.
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