Someone once said, go too far from home and you will lose your roots. Kill too many people and you will forget yourself. If you die in battle, your life will sink into the ground like rain and vanish without a trace. If at that time, you fall in love with someone, hope will blossom again from the earth and embrace life with passion.
Wentai, thank you.
A Swedish woman hitting a neo-Nazi protester with her handbag. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor. 
Volunteers learn how to fight fires at Pearl Harbor [c. 1941 - 1945]
A 106-year old Armenian woman protecting her home with an AK-47. 
Komako Kimura, a prominent Japanese suffragist at a march in New York. [October 23, 1917]
Erika, a 15-year-old Hungarian fighter who fought for freedom against the Soviet Union. [October 1956]
Sarla Thakral, 21 years old, the first Indian woman to earn a pilot license. 
Voting activist Annie Lumpkins at the Little Rock city jail. 
Source with more wonderful photos
This is Hermes Pan, best-known as Fred Astaire’s co-choreographer, and also a major babe. He was born in 1910 in Tennessee, although his family was, quite obviously, Greek. (So this means he had all the Greek-god looks with a Southern accent, quite a strange combination, but delicious nonetheless.) He was very interested in dancing from an early age, and his family moved to New York soon afterwards, because they had basically no money. When he grew up, they moved out West, and he became an assistant choreographer in Hollywood. He met Fred on the set of Flying Down to Rio, the first Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movie, and they became the best of friends.
Did I mention that Hermes won an Oscar in 1937? Heck yeah! And here he is on the set of Top Hat, showing off his moves and impressing the girls. (The girls are all me in a previous life, probably.) Just look at that clothing style - polo shirt with a necktie and those pants! And that smile! Hermes choreographed a lot of dances for Betty Grable and Rita Hayworth, and he danced with them both on film sometimes, too. (I love it when he dances because his hair gets all mussed up and in his face and ugh my heart. <3)
I love his tendency to wear hats and short-sleeved shirts, and chew gum while tap-dancing. He’s incredibly cute and I love him so much, I would’ve married him if I had been born earlier. :) (He died in 1990, about 9 years before I was born. Oh, well.)
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