Free Syrian Army members raise their weapons during a training session on the outskirts of Idlib, Syria, June 7, 2012.

Free Syrian Army members raise their weapons during a training session on the outskirts of Idlib, Syria, June 7, 2012.

Free Syrian Army members train by jumping through hoops of fire on the outskirts of Idlib, Syria, June 7, 2012.

Medical volunteers treat wounded Free Syrian Army soldiers inside a home after the field hospital reached capacity in Al Qusayr, Homs, Syria, on June 9, 2012. Read more: http://world.time.com/2012/04/02/syrias-year-of-chaos-photos-of-a-slow-motion-civil-war/#polaris60912_king_-fie2#ixzz1yR1B9HdH

A disabled Panzer VI Tiger I near Nettuno, Italy, March 1944.


370th Infantry Regiment, Prato Italy, April 9th, 1945

Two SdKfz 9 vehicles and a Panzer VI Tiger I, near Nettuno, Italy, March 1944. They are of Schwere Panzer-Abteilung 508, the only Tiger unit that was near Nettuno at the time.

German Flak guns belch smoke somewhere along the Channel coast of France, on January 19, 1941.(AP Photo)

Colonel General Ernst Udet (April 26, 1896 – November 17, 1941) was the second-highest scoring German flying ace of World War I. He was one of the youngest aces and was the highest scoring German ace to survive the war (at the age of 22). His 62 victories were second only to Manfred von Richthofen, his commander in the Flying Circus. Udet rose to become a squadron commander under Richthofen, and later, under Hermann Göring.
In 1933, he joined the Nazi Party and became involved in the early development of the Luftwaffe. He used his networking skills to be appointed as director of research and development for the burgeoning air force. He was especially influential in adoption of dive bombing techniques and the adoption of the Stuka dive bomber. By 1939, Udet had risen to the post of Director-General of Equipment for the Luftwaffe. However, the stress of the position and his distaste for administrative duties led to an increasing dependence on alcohol.
When World War II began, the Luftwaffe’s needs for equipment outstripped Germany’s production capacity. Udet’s old comrade in arms Hermann Göring first lied to Adolf Hitler about these materiel shortcomings when the Germans lost the Battle of Britain, then deflected the Führer’s wrath onto Udet.
Operation Barbarossa, when Germany attacked the Soviet Union to begin war on a second front, may have been the final straw for Udet. On 17 November 1941, he committed suicide by shooting himself in the head.

Prince Phillip meets with men who were wounded during the fighting in the Falkland islands.

Soldiers march through London in the Victory Parade following the Falklands war.

May 1982 - The HMS Antelope sinks after being struck by two bombs the day before.

1982, Falklands War - British soldiers in Port Stanley, the battle-scarred capital of the Falklands.

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