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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old when he threw himself onto two live grenades to save h...
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John Basilone stood amid the relentless fury of Guadalcanal’s jungle, a hailstorm of enemy bullet...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was 17 years old when fate threw him into hell’s fire. Two enemy grenades la...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old when the clamor of war became his crucible. The battle...
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William McKinley Lowery lay pinned beneath a sheet of enemy fire on the jagged ridges of Korea. H...
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Blood drips from shattered hands. The air roars with gunfire and screams. William McKinley Lowery...
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Desmond Thomas Doss stood alone on that blood-soaked ridge, enemy fire ripping through the air li...
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The acrid stench of explosions filled the humid air. Young Jacklyn Harold Lucas, barely sixteen, ...
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