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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was a boy forged in fire before his twentieth birthday. When two live grenad...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was no older than a boy. Yet on that brutal day off Iwo Jima, he became a wa...
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Blood and mud. Screams tearing the dirt from my throat. Thomas W. Norris didn’t hesitate when the...
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James E. Robinson Jr. stood in the choking smoke of the Normandy hedgerows, enemy fire ripping th...
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John Basilone stood alone, the line crumbling, his machine gun spitting fire into an ocean of Jap...
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Blood seeps through frozen soil. Cannons roar as the Union line holds fast. Still, Lieutenant Alo...
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