House suspend the rules and pass bill h. R. 1964, as amended. The speaker pro tempore the clerk will report the title of the bill. The clerk h. R. 1964, a bill to provide for the recognition of of north tribe carolina, and for other purposes. The speaker pro tempore the ant to the rule, gentleman from california, mr. Huffman, and the gentleman from utah, mr. Bishop, will each minutes. 0 the chair recognizes the gentleman from california. R. Huffman thank you, mr. Speaker. I ask unanimous consent that all members may have five legislative days to revise and and include remarks extraneous material on the consideration. The speaker pro tempore without objection, so ordered. Mr. Huffman mr. Speaker, i yield myself such time as i may consume. The speaker pro tempore the gentleman is recognized. H. R. 1964, the lumbee recognition act, introduced by our colleague from North Carolina, mr. Butterfield, ill finally extend recognition to the lumbee tribe of North Carolina. He lumbee tribe resides
Summer, 1945 and the war was 1 million men old. [gunshots] hang on, kids. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. They are moving you back now. Dont give up, just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain killers your eyes, but listen. The sound of battle grows dim. And now, one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies . Or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped, when the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort at home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength to your veins. A nurse handed clamps to a surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic and watched you constantly for any telltale changing your breathing or blood pressure. All working with the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. music the prepara
Summer 1945 and the war was 1 million men old. Hang on, jim. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. They are moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain blurs your eyes. But listen, the sound of battle grows dim. Now one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be, the one who gets hurt and dies, or the one who gets hurt and lives. When the dizziness stopped and the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you, a woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic and watched you constantly for any telltale change in your breathing or blood pressure. All working with the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. The preparation for the moment that
[captioning performed by the national captioning institute, which is responsible for its caption content and accuracy. Visit ncicap. Org] narrator summer, 1945. And the war was one million men old. [gunshots] hang on, kids. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. Theyre moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy, and maybe the pain blurs your eyes. But listen. The sound of battle grows dim. And now, one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies . Or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped, when the fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. A nurse prepared and administered the anesthetic, and watched you constantly for
Hang on, jim. Keep your eyes shut tight and drink. Theyre moving you back now. Dont give up. Just hang on. The road back is bumpy and maybe the pain blurs your eyes, but listen, the sound of battle grows dim. And now one question cuts clearly through the haze. Which man will you be . The one who gets hurt and dies or the one who gets hurt and lives . When the dizziness stopped and fog cleared, an army nurse was at your side. A woman who meant safety and comfort and home to thousands of men before you. A woman who meant all those things to you. A nurse brought another americans blood to your side to pour new strength into your veins. A nurse handed clamps to the surgeon and counted sponges. She watched you constantly for any telltale change in your breathing or blood pressure. All working for the same purpose, to ease the pain of war, to help save lives. The preparation for the moment that would bring the army nurse to your side began months before back home in the United States. After