Clint Torez
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20 long years...
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There isa documentary about this called "The Falling Man" they were attempting to identify him and when they do the family will not accept it stating he would never commit suicide. His choice was a slow death by fire or a fast one by jumping, this is probably why many people jumped.Have no where left to go? Might as well jump....
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Miller, a native of Logansport, served in Company K of the 9th Indiana Infantry during the Civil War. In one of his numerous battles, Miller was struck squarely in the forehead with a bullet, which tore a jagged hole and entered his brain, allowing doctors to view the pulsations of his brain. The wound never healed.
Miller relayed his story and personal experiences in an interview he gave to a Joliet, Illinois, newspaper in 1911.
Miller enlisted in the war in Logansport in 1861 and participated in the battles of Greenbriar, West Virginia; the siege of Corinth; Perryville, Kentucky; Stones River. On Sept. 19, 1863, during the battle of Chickamauga, a musket ball pierced him between the eyes, he fell backward and was left for dead on the battlefield. He distinctly recalled his captain say, “It’s no use to remove poor Miller, for he is dead.”
“At last, I became conscious and raised up in a sitting position. Then I began to feel my wound," Miller recalled. "I found my left eye out of its place and tried to place it back, but I had to move the crushed bone back as together as near together as I could first. Then I got the eye in its proper place. I then bandaged the eye the best I could with my bandana.”
Miller’s other eye was so swollen, he could see nothing. Though blinded, he crawled through the battlefield over the dead and made his way to a field hospital. Fearful of being taken prisoner by the Confederates, he set out on a 15-mile journey to Chattanooga. Miller could only see a few feet ahead of him by holding open the lids of the swollen eye. Miller passed out along the roadside and was picked up by a man on horseback who took him to Chattanooga where he finally got his wounds dressed.
In excruciating pain, Miller begged every doctor he saw to remove the bullet. Surgeons were sure Miller would die if the bullet were removed, so they left it in until he reached home. Once in Logansport, doctors Graham Fitch and Henry Coleman successfully removed about one-third of the musket ball. “Seventeen years after I was wounded a buck shot dropped out of my wound and thirty-one years after two pieces of lead came out,” Miller said. Miller had been reported dead by his captain, and his name was printed in the newspapers among the killed. Two months later, friends and family finally received word from Miller that he was alive.
He received a pension from the government and could not work because of his wound. He married and had a son. Miller suffered constant pain and fits of madness, and he would often wander aimlessly. While he could not remember names, he vividly recalled the details of how he was injured and his subsequent escape. “Some might ask how it is I can describe so minutely my getting wounded and getting off the battlefield after so many years. My answer is I have an everyday reminder of it in my wound and constant pain in the head, never free of it while not asleep. The whole scene is imprinted on my brain as with a steel engraving.” Jacob Miller died Jan. 13, 1917, at the age of 88.














My favourite one, if one can use this word, is the one that shows one tower still intact, the second engulfed in smokes and there is another plane in the background.
So unbelievable
ETA of course, there are multiple photos, not one, but I like that one below, there plane is a more subtle threat but unavoidable nevertheless View attachment 2528145
The body of the shield "parti per fess, dovetailed" indicates the general woodenness, not of the Artillery Board and the other members of the "Gridiron Club" but of the passing throng who paid not their toll cheerfully in passing through the Sanctum to the bar. "Gules and Sable:" The color of the shield is red and black-red for the Artillery, and black in mourning for those who lost at dice by throwing the lowest spots. "In honor, a deuce spot of dice, lozenged. proper:" The honor point of the shield was given to the lowest marked dice, as it was the one which most frequently appeared to some members, the law of probabilities to the contrary notwithstanding. "In nombril a gridiron sable:" the lower half of the shield given over to the memory of those who did not belong to the "Gridiron Club" but who were constantly roasted by it. The supporters, "two Oozlefinches, regardant, proper," were a natural selection, "regardant" meaning looking, or better, all-seeing, with the great eyes that this bird has to protect while in flight in the manner described.
The crest "a terrapin, passant dexter proper, " was selected owing to the great number of these animals, cooked to perfection by Keeney Chapman and served with great pomp to the members of the Artillery Board on occasions of state. This was always accompanied by libations of "red top, " red top being a now obsolete drink made in the Champagne Country of France and once imported to the United States, in times gone by that now seem almost prehistoric.
The wavy bar, over which the terrapin is passing, represents the adjacent waters of Chesapeake Bay, the natural habitat of this animal.
Until the mid 20th century, this was the way that everyone saluted the U.S. flag.