His name was Werner Foerster. He was 34, a husband, a father, a Vietnam veteran, and a New Jersey State Trooper. Born in Germany, he came to America after the war, served his adopted country in Vietnam, and returned home determined to build a future for his family. He worked as a welder during the day and studied at night until he earned his place in the New Jersey State Police Academy. On May 2, 1973, a routine traffic stop on the New Jersey Turnpike ended his life and left

There is a campaign underway to sneer at Argentina, diminish its victories, and treat its national team as something shameful. Some of it comes from the international woke left. Some comes from commentators who cannot forgive Argentina for refusing to perform their preferred politics. Much of it comes from the Argentine left itself, especially the Kirchnerist, the hateful “kukas.” The hostility has intensified because Argentina stands on the edge of another World Cup triumph.

Today is the 32nd anniversary of the 13 de Marzo tugboat massacre, the night the Cuban regime rammed and sank a civilian tugboat carrying families who had chosen terror at sea over terror on land. Forty-one people died, including ten children. That is not history at a distance. It is a wound with names, ages, and children pulled under the water while their parents fought to keep them alive. I was born in Cuba, condemned from my first breath to live under the boot of communism