I was running in the 1988 Women’s Olympic Trials Marathon in Pittsburgh and was about ready to drop out because I was still weak from having been sick prior to the race. At around the 15-mile mark, I heard a big WAR EAGLE, and I looked up and saw a couple who had obviously seen my name and hometown in the paper. I wish I could have seen the smile on my face! There was only time for me to yell WAR EAGLE back, but I perked up and went on to accomplish my goal of finishing in the top 50 (31st) and ran my second fastest marathon time. All because of two words.
Kim

So I’m running in the Scarecrow Scamper 5K in St. Charles, IL over the weekend - I graduated in 1992 and have not kept up the physique I had in college - and I’m getting close to the end, about to make my last big push to the finish line. I come lumbering down the hill and make the final turn into Pottawatomie Park right on the Fox River. I have less than 200 yards to go, and I start to feel my legs getting really heavy. Just then I see a lady walking her dog toward me and talking to someone on her cell phone. As I get closer, I also notice she’s wearing an Auburn Football T-shirt. Right as I pass her I shout a big “WAR EAGLE!” not knowing whether she could hear me over her phone conversation. I’m about 20 yards past when I hear her response: “WAR EAGLE!! WAR EAGLE!!” - I had no problems motoring to the finish line after that.
War Eagle!
David

I was a patient at Vanderbilt Medical Center in Nashville on July 14, 2005 suffering from congestive heart failure and had a pacemaker/defibrillator that had gone off 6 times in one day, delivering knockout shocks and burning down to my toes. After being stabilized, I was placed in a regular room for observation. I had already been undergoing pre-transplant evaluation for a possible heart transplant and had only two days before been officially placed on the transplant list. I became aware that three of my nurses had received their training and degrees from Auburn and we had exchanged “war eagle” several times during this and prior hospitalizations. On this particular date while eating lunch, a transplant surgeon came into my room and told me to stop eating, that he thought he had me a heart and that it looked good, but it would be about 30 minutes before he would know for sure. Shortly, thereafter these three Auburn-trained nurses came into my room and notified me that it was a go and then began to sing the Auburn fight song, ” War Eagle fly down the field, always to conquer, never to yield. War Eagle fearless and true, fight on you orange and blue . . . ” It was a truly inspiring moment for me, and one that I will never forget. It led me into a successful heart transplant surgery, recovery, and rehabilitation that has been nothing less than phenomenal
Carl