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I won't say it, but I know....
They look like butter nuts (aka Brazil nuts).
Our hearts break as we bid farewell to “Rosie the Riveter” Lila Tomek, who has passed at 101, a quiet giant of the Greatest Generation, a woman whose courage echoed far beyond the factory walls she once stood within. At just 19, while others clung to comfort, Lila stepped into history. She left behind her office job in Pawnee City, Nebraska, as her two younger brothers marched toward war, one to the battlefields of Europe, the other into the vast uncertainty of the Pacific. She could not carry a rifle, but she carried something just as powerful: resolve. And so she chose her battlefield, the roaring production lines of the Glenn L. Martin Bomber Plant near Omaha.
Amid thunderous machinery and the constant hum of urgency, her steady hands helped build the B-26 Marauder and the B-29 Superfortress, aircraft that bore the weight of hope for a world desperate for peace. Each rivet she fastened was an act of defiance against tyranny. Each shift she worked was a prayer for her brothers’ safe return.
As victory crept closer, Lila was entrusted with a mission cloaked in secrecy, preparing aircraft for a purpose history would later reveal. She asked no questions. She sought no praise. She simply served. Because true bravery does not always stand on the front lines. Sometimes, it stands at a workbench, sleeves rolled, heart steadfast.
When the war finally fell silent, she returned home not as someone seeking recognition, but as someone ready to build again, this time a family, a marriage with her beloved Rudy Tomek, and a lifetime of service to her community. Her strength was never loud. Her humility never wavered. Her legacy never needed applause.
Today, we do more than remember her, we honor her. A woman who helped forge victory with her bare hands. A sister who carried fear and faith in equal measure. A hero who proved that sacrifice wears many faces.
Amid thunderous machinery and the constant hum of urgency, her steady hands helped build the B-26 Marauder and the B-29 Superfortress, aircraft that bore the weight of hope for a world desperate for peace. Each rivet she fastened was an act of defiance against tyranny. Each shift she worked was a prayer for her brothers’ safe return.
As victory crept closer, Lila was entrusted with a mission cloaked in secrecy, preparing aircraft for a purpose history would later reveal. She asked no questions. She sought no praise. She simply served. Because true bravery does not always stand on the front lines. Sometimes, it stands at a workbench, sleeves rolled, heart steadfast.
When the war finally fell silent, she returned home not as someone seeking recognition, but as someone ready to build again, this time a family, a marriage with her beloved Rudy Tomek, and a lifetime of service to her community. Her strength was never loud. Her humility never wavered. Her legacy never needed applause.
Today, we do more than remember her, we honor her. A woman who helped forge victory with her bare hands. A sister who carried fear and faith in equal measure. A hero who proved that sacrifice wears many faces.
I do, what ever happened to those days? Oh that's right GREED
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Trick question.
Nerf is a brand name and does not officially stand for an acronym. However, it is often mistakenly thought to mean "non-expanding recreational foam."
Not a "Good old times," but I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks. Thought I had a UTI, but it turned out to be a tumor (very malignant) on my left kidney. They took the whole thing out, kidney and all (it was mostly mushy with infection) and I came home for one day, then collapsed due to sepsis and had to take the ambulance ride back to the hospital for another week while the sepsis was being treated. Meanwhile, I couldn't eat during all that, so I had a major blood sugar crash, which was a mess all by itself.
I'm back home now, and feeling much better, but the heavy duty antibiotics I'm on are kicking my butt. I still can't eat much, but I'm working on it. I lost ALL my muscle mass in my arms and legs. I can't wait until the drugs are finished and I can start feeling like myself again.
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OMG I am so very glad the tumor was malignant and you are doin better, what an ordeal, I just had a feelin that something was wrong. Sendin healin thoughts for a good friend.
By all means, take good care of yourself. Sepsis is no joke.
