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08/05/2026

Fair winds and following seas, Rolland E. Briar. Your watch is over, but your legacy, and the memory of those who served beside you, will endure forever.

It is with profound sorrow that we bid farewell to Rolland Briar, of one of the last Pearl Harbor survivor who departed this life on August 1, 2026, at the remarkable age of 104. With his passing, we lose not only a witness to one of the darkest days in American history, but a member of the Greatest Generation whose courage, resilience, and quiet service helped shape the world that followed.🕊️🇺🇸⚓

A native of Green Bay, Wisconsin, Rolland enlisted in the United States Navy in 1940, answering his country's call before America had entered World War II. After completing recruit training, he was assigned to the destroyer tender USS Whitney (AD-4), never imagining he would soon witness one of the darkest mornings in American history.

On the morning of December 7, 1941, Rolland was standing aboard USS Whitney, waiting for a launch to take him to Ford Island for Sunday church services when history changed forever.

Without warning, Japanese aircraft roared across the skies over Pearl Harbor. As bombs began to fall and machine-gun fire swept the harbor, the order came to go below deck.

"They ordered us all below deck because they were strafing," Rolland recalled during a 2008 oral history interview. "I remember just a lot of noise and confusion, and we weren't too far from the Arizona when it blew up... but we were ordered to stay below deck."

From beneath the deck, Rolland and his shipmates endured the deafening explosions, the violent shaking of the ship, the smell of smoke, and the terrifying uncertainty of not knowing who would survive. Among the sounds he would never forget was the catastrophic explosion of USS Arizona, where 1,177 American sailors and Marines lost their lives in an instant.

When the attack finally ended, Rolland emerged to a harbor transformed into a battlefield. Thick black smoke filled the sky, burning ships lined the water, and devastation stretched as far as he could see. Yet amid the destruction, he immediately went to work helping reorganize the shattered Pacific Fleet. For nearly a month after the attack, he assisted in reassigning sailors whose ships had been sunk or crippled, helping restore order during one of the Navy's greatest crises.

His service did not end there.

Rolland later entered the Navy's V-12 College Training Program at Northwestern University before returning to the Pacific, where he served as an aviation supply clerk at the Naval Air Station on Saipan until the end of World War II. Though he had once planned to make the Navy his career, he chose to return home after the war and begin the next chapter of his life.

Like so many of his generation, Rolland rarely spoke about Pearl Harbor for decades. It was not until the 1970s that he began sharing his story, believing future generations needed to understand the price of freedom and remember those who never came home.

For more than a century, Rolland carried the memories of that fateful morning, not seeking recognition, but ensuring that the sacrifices of his fallen shipmates would never be forgotten. As the number of Pearl Harbor survivors dwindled, he became one of the living voices preserving the legacy of December 7, 1941, reminding all Americans that freedom has always come at a tremendous cost.

Today, we remember not only a Pearl Harbor survivor, but a sailor, a patriot, and an American hero whose quiet courage and lifelong service embodied the very best of the Greatest Generation.

May we always honor his service, cherish his legacy, and ensure that the story of Pearl Harbor lives on through those who continue to tell it.

Our deepest condolences are with Rolland's family, friends, fellow veterans, and all who had the privilege of knowing him.

Fair winds and following seas, Rolland E. Briar. Your watch is over, but your legacy, and the memory of those who served beside you, will endure forever.

08/05/2026

Rest in peace, Joseph Williams.

Fair winds and following seas. 🇺🇸⚓🕊️

With profound sadness, we mourn the passing of the last living Wakulla County WWII Navy veteran Joseph Williams. One of America's treasured heroes, devoted family man, and one of America's oldest members of the Greatest Generation, who has passed away at the age of 106.🕊️🇺🇸⚓

Born on September 30, 1919, Joseph Williams witnessed more than a century of history. When freedom called during World War II, he answered without hesitation, serving with honor in the United States Navy in the Pacific Theater. At a time when the world stood on the edge of darkness, he joined millions of brave Americans whose courage helped secure the victory that changed history forever.

After returning home, Joseph continued a life defined not by medals alone, but by humility, hard work, and service. He spent decades as a skilled house painter, volunteered as a firefighter, faithfully served his community through his Masonic lodge, and became a quiet source of strength and kindness to everyone who knew him. His character reflected the very values his generation came to embody—integrity, sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering dedication to others.

Even in his later years, Joseph never stopped inspiring those around him. At more than a century old, he finally visited the National World War II Memorial built in honor of his generation, a deeply moving moment that celebrated a life of extraordinary service. Surrounded by family, friends, and fellow veterans, he was honored not only for what he did during the war, but for the remarkable man he remained throughout his life.

Today, we mourn the loss of another hero from the Greatest Generation. With Joseph Williams' passing, our world grows quieter as another living connection to World War II is gone. Yet his legacy will never fade. It lives on in every story shared, every flag raised in gratitude, and every generation that remembers the price paid for the freedoms we enjoy today.

Thank you, Joseph Williams, for your courage in war, your service in peace, and the example you set across 106 remarkable years. Your watch is over. May you now find eternal peace alongside your fellow shipmates and all who made the ultimate sacrifice.

Rest in peace, Joseph Williams.

Fair winds and following seas. 🇺🇸⚓🕊️

08/05/2026

Rest in peace, Soldier. Your code was never broken, and your legacy will never be forgotten.

The world grows heavier today, darkened by the loss of a true American titan. We bow our heads in profound sorrow as we say a final, heartbreaking goodbye to Chester Nez, the very last of the original 29 Navajo Code Talkers. With his passing, a sacred voice of history falls silent, leaving a void that can never be filled. 🕊️🇺🇸

Long before he was a hero, he was a survivor. Born in New Mexico in 1921, a 16-year-old Chester was sent to a government boarding school designed to strip him of his identity. He was forbidden from wearing his traditional clothes, practicing his rituals, or speaking his native tongue. Yet, they could not break his spirit. Nez clung fiercely to his roots—and in a twist of poetic justice, the culture they tried to erase became the very weapon that saved a nation.

In 1942, at just 21, he answered the call of the U.S. Marine Corps. Alongside 28 of his brothers, he weaponized his sacred language into an unbreakable, lightning-fast battlefield code. To the enemy, it was an impenetrable enigma; to the Allies, it was a lifeline. On the blood-soaked sands of the Pacific front lines, including Iwo Jima, Nez dodged mortar fire to transmit the words that kept thousands alive. He defended a country that had refused to defend him.

Rest in peace, Soldier. Your code was never broken, and your legacy will never be forgotten.The world grows heavier today, darkened by the loss of a true American titan. We bow our heads in profound sorrow as we say a final, heartbreaking goodbye to Chester Nez—the very last of the original 29 Navajo Code Talkers. With his passing, a sacred voice of history falls silent, leaving a void that can never be filled. 🕊️🇺🇸

Long before he was a hero, he was a survivor. Born in New Mexico in 1921, a 16-year-old Chester was sent to a government boarding school designed to strip him of his identity. He was forbidden from wearing his traditional clothes, practicing his rituals, or speaking his native tongue. Yet, they could not break his spirit. Nez clung fiercely to his roots—and in a twist of poetic justice, the culture they tried to erase became the very weapon that saved a nation.

In 1942, at just 21, he answered the call of the U.S. Marine Corps. Alongside 28 of his brothers, he weaponized his sacred language into an unbreakable, lightning-fast battlefield code. To the enemy, it was an impenetrable enigma; to the Allies, it was a lifeline. On the blood-soaked sands of the Pacific front lines, including Iwo Jima, Nez dodged mortar fire to transmit the words that kept thousands alive. He defended a country that had refused to defend him.

Rest in peace, Soldier. Your code was never broken, and your legacy will never be forgotten.

08/05/2026

Rest peacefully, Jaye.
Your final flight is complete.

May the skies beyond this world be calm, endless, and forever free.

The skies feel a little emptier today.🕊️🇺🇸✈️

Jaye Edwards, one of the last surviving women pilots of the famous Air Transport Auxiliary of WWII, one of Britain's legendary "Attagirls", has taken her final flight. She was 103 years old. And with her passing, another living chapter of World War II slips quietly into history.

Long before the world celebrated heroes, Jaye was already one.
She came of age during humanity's darkest hour, when nations burned, cities trembled under air raids, and countless young men flew into battle knowing they might never return.

But while the headlines focused on the front lines, Jaye carried out a different kind of mission. A mission built on courage, responsibility, and unwavering determination.

As an ATA pilot, she ferried military aircraft across wartime Britain, delivering the machines that would help defend a nation under siege. From powerful fighters to vital transport aircraft, she flew them wherever they were needed.

Often alone.
No weapons.
No armor.
No glory.

Just a cockpit, the endless sky, and the weight of duty resting on her shoulders.

Every journey demanded extraordinary courage.

Storms could appear without warning.

Navigation errors could prove fatal.

Mechanical failures offered little chance of survival.

Yet she climbed into those aircraft again and again, because others were depending on her. Somewhere ahead, young combat pilots waited for the very aircraft she was delivering.

Some would never come home.

And Jaye understood that every successful flight meant another chance, another mission completed, another thread of hope woven into a world desperate for it.

She never sought recognition.

She never demanded applause.

Like so many of her generation, she answered the call because it was needed, not because it was easy.

When peace finally arrived, she returned to civilian life carrying memories that few could truly understand. The war ended, the aircraft were grounded, and the world moved forward.

But the courage of people like Jaye never faded.

Today, what makes her passing so heartbreaking is not only the loss of an extraordinary woman.

It is the loss of a witness.

A witness to sacrifice.

A witness to resilience.

A witness to a generation that carried unimaginable burdens with quiet dignity.

One by one, these voices are leaving us.

One by one, the men and women who lived that history are disappearing beyond the horizon.

Soon, there will be no one left who remembers those wartime skies firsthand.

No one left who felt the vibration of those engines.

No one left who carried aircraft across a nation fighting for survival.

Only stories.
Only photographs.
Only remembrance.

But Jaye Edwards leaves behind something greater than memory. She leaves behind a legacy of courage that time cannot erase. A reminder that heroes are not always found on battlefields.

Sometimes they are found alone in the clouds, carrying hope through the darkness so that others might see another dawn.

Rest peacefully, Jaye.
Your final flight is complete.

May the skies beyond this world be calm, endless, and forever free.

08/05/2026

Eva, your voice will not fade. Your story lives on in every mind you awakened, every heart you touched, and every stand we take against hatred in your honor. Rest in power. Rest in peace.

The world grows a little darker today, and the silence left behind feels heavy. We bow our heads in profound grief as we say goodbye to Eva Schloss, who has passed away at the age of 96. She was a survivor of Auschwitz, a fierce guardian of the truth, and a lifelong beacon of humanity. Eva did not just survive history, she carried its heaviest burdens so that we wouldn't have to.🕊️🇺🇸

Born in Vienna in 1929, Eva’s laughter was cut short by a rising tide of hatred. When N**i persecution closed in, her family fled to Amsterdam, desperate for safety. In that quiet, terror-shadowed city, their lives crossed paths with another Jewish family in hiding: the Franks. Eva and Anne Frank were the exact same age, living parallel lives just streets apart. They were two ordinary girls playing in the same shadows, entirely unaware that history would soon bind their names together for eternity.

In 1944, the fragile illusion of safety shattered. Betrayed, Eva and her mother were dragged from their hiding place and deported to the frozen hell of Auschwitz.

In a place designed to systematically destroy the human soul, Eva endured the unimaginable. She stared down starvation, disease, and the constant, suffocating presence of death. She held on to her dignity with a fragile, bleeding fierceness.

Liberation finally came in January 1945, but freedom arrived with a devastating cruelty. Just days before the gates were thrown open, Eva's beloved father and brother were murdered. She walked out of the barracks alive, but she walked out into a world emptied of the people she loved most. Grief became her permanent companion. The ache of their absence never left her.

"Survival did not bring peace," Eva would later say. "It brought purpose."

In the ashes of the postwar world, destiny wove Eva’s life even closer to the memory of what was lost. Her mother married Otto Frank—Anne’s grieving father—uniting two families shattered by the exact same hatred. As Anne Frank’s posthumous step-sister, Eva inherited a sacred, heartbreaking mantle. She became the living voice for the girl who died in Bergen-Belsen, and for the six million who could no longer speak.

Instead of burying her trauma to find personal comfort, Eva chose to bleed openly for the world, using her pain as a shield to protect future generations. As a co-founder of the Anne Frank Trust UK, an author, and a global speaker, she looked directly into the eyes of the youth. She did not speak to spread bitterness; she spoke to awaken consciences.

Eva Schloss was far more than a survivor of the camps. She was a living bridge between the horrors of history and the collective conscience of humanity. Her voice, forever softened by sorrow but hardened by resolve, carried a singular, unwavering command: Never forget.

Today, our hearts are broken, but they are also filled with an immense, eternal gratitude. Eva has finally laid her heavy burden down. She is at peace, reunited with the father, brother, and sister-sister whose memories she guarded so fiercely.

Eva, your voice will not fade. Your story lives on in every mind you awakened, every heart you touched, and every stand we take against hatred in your honor. Rest in power. Rest in peace.

08/05/2026

Rest in peace, Colonel. Your mission is complete.

With deep sorrow, we say farewell to a true titan of the skies. Colonel Bruce Crandall, the legendary "Old Snake", has completed his final flight, and with his passing, a monumental chapter of American military history quietly closes. Imagine the terrifying wall of fire at Landing Zone X-Ray. The ground was burning, the infantry was surrounded, and the orders had come down for all helicopters to abort. But Bruce Crandall looked down at his brothers trapped in the meat grinder of the Ia Drang Valley and refused to turn back. Where others saw a su***de mission, he saw a lifeline. Over and over again, he voluntarily flew an unarmed Huey straight into the jaws of hell, not once, not twice, but twenty-two grueling times.🕊️🇺🇸

He didn’t have a shield; he only had the rotor blades of his chopper and a heart made of pure iron. Through a relentless hail of enemy bullets, he brought the ammunition they desperately needed to survive, and he carried more than seventy wounded soldiers out of the darkness and back into the light. He gave everything he had to ensure that "We Were Soldiers" didn't mean they were forgotten.

Now, the skies are quiet. The rotor blades have stopped. The unbreakable pilot has finally found his rest. We owe him a debt that can never be repaid, but we can promise this: we will never forget the name Bruce Crandall, nor the courage that flew through hell to bring our boys home.

Rest in peace, Colonel. Your mission is complete.

08/04/2026

Lest we forget. Rest in peace, Reg Chard. Your service, your sacrifice, and your legacy will never be forgotten.

With deep sorrow, we say farewell to the last of Australia's last surviving veteran of WWII legendary Kokoda Campaign. Reginald “Reg” Chard has passed away aged 102, marking the end of a living chapter in one of the nation's greatest stories of courage and sacrifice. With his passing, Australia lost its final living eyewitness who had fought in one of the nation's most defining World War II campaigns. His legacy, and the legacy of all who served along the Kokoda Track, will never be forgotten.🕊️

As a young soldier, Reg endured the unimaginable horrors of war in the jungles of Papua New Guinea, fighting with extraordinary bravery during the pivotal Kokoda campaign that helped defend Australia. Yet throughout his life, he remained humble, insisting that the true heroes were "the ones we left behind."

Long after the guns fell silent, Reg dedicated himself to preserving the legacy of Kokoda, ensuring future generations would never forget the courage, sacrifice, and resilience of those who served and those who never came home.

His passing is not only the loss of a decorated veteran, but the farewell to Australia's last direct link to the men who fought along the Kokoda Track.

Lest we forget. Rest in peace, Reg Chard. Your service, your sacrifice, and your legacy will never be forgotten.

08/04/2026

Rest in eternal peace, Jeanne Gibson.

Jeanne Gibson
1926 – July 29, 2026
Age: 100

"The legacy of Rosie the Riveters lives on through the freedom they helped defend and the generations they continue to inspire." 🇺🇸🕊️

We lower our heads in quiet remembrance as we honor the extraordinary life and enduring legacy of "Rosie the Riveter" Jeanne Gibson. A symbol of strength, resilience, and determination, she passed away on July 29, 2026, at the age of 100. Today, America loses more than a remarkable woman, we lose one of the courageous daughters of the Greatest Generation whose hands helped build the strength of a nation when freedom hung in the balance. Her legacy reminds us that true heroes are not always found carrying rifles on the front lines. Sometimes, they wear welding gloves, stand beneath showers of sparks, and build the ships, planes, and hope that change the course of history.🕊️🇺🇸

Born in 1926, Jeanne Gibson belonged to the Greatest Generation. At just 18 years old in 1944, she answered America's call during World War II, leaving her home in Minnesota to work as a welder at Todd Pacific Shipyards in Seattle, Washington, where she helped build destroyers and other naval vessels for the U.S. Navy. She later served with the U.S. Army Transportation Corps in Juneau, Alaska, preparing cargo manifests and hatch lists that supported the movement of vital military supplies.

Like millions of women who stepped into factories and shipyards while men served overseas, Jeanne became one of the legendary "Rosie the Riveters." Their determination, hard work, and sacrifice kept America's wartime industries running and played a crucial role in securing Allied victory.

After the war, Jeanne continued a life of service. She earned a Ph.D., spent more than 30 years as an educator, earned her private pilot's license, and dedicated her retirement to preserving the history of the Rosie generation. She became a beloved volunteer and ambassador, sharing her story with students, veterans, and visitors across the country, ensuring that the contributions of wartime women would never be forgotten.

In 2024, at the age of 98, Jeanne and thousands of fellow Rosie the Riveters were collectively awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, one of the United States' highest civilian honors, recognizing their indispensable contributions to the nation's victory during World War II.

Even after celebrating her 100th birthday in 2026, Jeanne remained committed to honoring veterans and educating future generations. Her strength, humility, and unwavering patriotism made her a treasured representative of the Rosie legacy.

Today, we remember not only a woman who helped build ships during wartime, but a woman who spent an entire century building a legacy of courage, perseverance, service, and inspiration. Jeanne Gibson's life reminds us that ordinary people can accomplish extraordinary things when duty calls.

Rest in eternal peace, Jeanne Gibson.

Jeanne Gibson
1926 – July 29, 2026
Age: 100

"The legacy of Rosie the Riveters lives on through the freedom they helped defend and the generations they continue to inspire." 🇺🇸🕊️

08/04/2026

Rest in peace, Jeanne Gibson.

Thank you for answering the call when your country needed you most. Thank you for showing generations what courage looks like. We will remember you always.

It is with profound sorrow that we bid farewell to Jeanne Gibson, our beloved Rosie the Riveter, has passed away today, July 29, 2026, at the remarkable age of 100. With her passing, we don't simply mourn the loss of a beloved friend, we honor the life of an American hero whose courage, dedication, and unwavering spirit helped shape history, and will continue to inspire generations to come.🕊️🇺🇸

At just 18 years old, Jeanne left her home in Minnesota in the summer of 1944 and answered her nation's call, becoming a welder at Todd Pacific Shipyards in Seattle. With determination and grit, she helped build destroyers that strengthened the Allied war effort during World War II. She later continued her service with the Army Transportation Corps in Juneau, Alaska, embodying the resilience and patriotism of the Greatest Generation.

Yet Jeanne's legacy extended far beyond the war. She earned her Ph.D., dedicated three decades to teaching, earned her private pilot license, and spent the rest of her life proving that courage, determination, and purpose know no age.

In 2024, Jeanne and her fellow Rosies were collectively awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, one of our nation's highest civilian honors, recognizing the extraordinary women whose sacrifices and determination helped secure victory during World War II.

To all of us at Pacific Historic Parks, Jeanne was far more than a Rosie, she was family. She traveled to Hawaiʻi time and again to share her remarkable story with visitors, inspire local students, and ensure that the sacrifices of the Home Front would never be forgotten. Her radiant smile, generous heart, and boundless enthusiasm touched every life she encountered.

She had a special gift for encouraging young girls, reminding them that no dream was too big and no obstacle too great. Through her words and her example, she inspired generations to believe in themselves and pursue lives of courage, service, and purpose.

Jeanne remained a tireless advocate for preserving the legacy of the Rosies, volunteering at Rosie the Riveter WWII Home Front National Historical Park on "Rosie Fridays" and ensuring the stories of the women who helped win the war would continue to inspire future generations.

In one of life's poignant moments, just days before her passing, Jeanne was celebrated with a Wall of Honor banner at the park she loved so dearly and recognized during a San Jose Earthquakes halftime ceremony honoring Bay Area heroes. It was a fitting tribute to a woman whose life was defined by selfless service, quiet strength, and extraordinary grace.

Though Jeanne has taken her final flight, her legacy will never fade. It lives on in every story she shared, every young person she inspired, every life she touched, and in the enduring example of courage she leaves behind.

Our hearts are with Jeanne's family, her fellow Rosies, and all who were blessed to know and love her.

Rest in peace, Jeanne Gibson.

Thank you for answering the call when your country needed you most. Thank you for showing generations what courage looks like. We will remember you always.

08/04/2026

Rest in peace, Lonnie David Cook. You will never be forgotten. 🇺🇸⚓🕊️

We lower our heads in quiet remembrance as we honor the life of Seaman First Class Lonnie David Cook, one of the last surviving crewmen of the USS Arizona, a witness to one of America's darkest hours, and a proud member of the Greatest Generation. During the attack on Pearl Harbor, 1,177 of his shipmates were lost in a matter of minutes aboard the USS Arizona. Amid unimaginable devastation, he survived one of the darkest days in American history against extraordinary odds. Rather than letting tragedy define him, he continued serving his country throughout World War II with remarkable courage, unwavering dedication, and a steadfast commitment to the nation he loved.🕊️🇺🇸⚓

On the morning of December 7, 1941, Lonnie Cook's life changed forever. A young sailor aboard the battleship USS Arizona, he had just finished showering and was getting dressed when the peaceful Sunday morning was shattered by the deafening roar of enemy aircraft. Within moments, the order echoed across the ship, Pearl Harbor was under attack.

Rushing to his battle station inside Turret No. 3, Lonnie and his fellow sailors prepared to defend their ship. Then, at 8:10 a.m., a Japanese armor-piercing bomb struck the Arizona's forward magazines, unleashing a catastrophic explosion that ripped the mighty battleship apart and claimed the lives of 1,177 sailors and Marines in a matter of seconds.

By nothing short of providence, Lonnie survived.

Protected by the thick steel of the aft turret, he emerged into a scene of unimaginable devastation. The harbor was engulfed in flames. Oil-covered waters burned. Twisted steel, shattered decks, and the cries of wounded shipmates surrounded him. Without hesitation, Lonnie threw himself into the desperate rescue effort, helping pull survivors from the wreckage, launching life rafts, and searching for brothers-in-arms who only moments before had been standing beside him.

The memories of that morning never left him.

He carried the faces, voices, and sacrifices of his fallen friends in his heart for the rest of his life.

Yet even after surviving one of the deadliest attacks in American military history, Lonnie refused to let tragedy have the final word.

The very next day, he volunteered to return to sea.

Throughout the remainder of World War II, he served with unwavering courage aboard several destroyers, fighting across the Pacific in some of the war's most pivotal campaigns, including the Battle of the Coral Sea, Midway, the Marshall Islands, the Marianas, Iwo Jima, and Okinawa. While so many had fallen, he continued the mission they never had the chance to finish—helping secure the hard-fought victory that would shape the course of history.

When peace finally returned, Lonnie built a life devoted not to seeking recognition, but to preserving remembrance.

For decades, he faithfully returned to Pearl Harbor, standing where so many of his brothers made their final sacrifice. He shared his story with humility and grace, reminding generation after generation that freedom is never free and that the true heroes were the men who never came home.

On this day in 2019, Lonnie David Cook completed his final watch, passing away at the age of 99, in his 100th year.

His passing marked the loss of more than a Pearl Harbor survivor.

It marked the farewell of a living witness to history, a sailor who stood in the fire of war, answered his nation's call without hesitation, and spent the rest of his life ensuring the voices of his fallen shipmates would never be silenced by time.

Today, we remember not only the man who survived the sinking of the USS Arizona, but the extraordinary courage, humility, and steadfast devotion that defined his life. His legacy lives on in every flag raised over Pearl Harbor, every name etched upon the Arizona Memorial, and every generation that continues to cherish the freedoms secured by heroes like him.

Fair winds and following seas, Seaman First Class Lonnie David Cook.

Your watch has ended. Your duty is complete. But your story, and the sacrifice of your brothers, will live on for as long as history is remembered.

"May we never forget the 1,177 souls who perished aboard the USS Arizona, nor the brave few who carried their memory for the rest of their lives."

Rest in peace, Lonnie David Cook. You will never be forgotten. 🇺🇸⚓🕊️

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