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Blood and grit against the bitter cold. Frozen hills of Korea clawed at flesh and spirit. Cliffor...
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Clifford C. Sims wasn’t born for glory. He was forged in conflict. A night thick with cold and ch...
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Clifford C. Sims stood with bullet-wracked legs, blood dripping from a jagged wound in his side. ...
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Clifford C. Sims didn’t just walk into hell — he charged through it. Bleeding, battered, shot, bu...
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Clifford C. Sims bled through the frozen mud of Korea, clutching his shattered arm, the air thick...
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Clifford C. Sims did not stop moving despite half his body screaming with pain. Blood stained the...
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Blood. Fire. The weight of a pack heavier than flesh and bone. Clifford C. Sims wasn’t just anoth...
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Clarence S. Olszewski stood beneath a sky rained with tracer fire—hell-bent machine guns cut thro...
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Clarence S. Olszewski stood alone amid hell’s roar—his unit pinned down, bodies falling like whea...
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Clarence S. Olszewski didn’t wait for orders to lead. The smoldering ruins of a war-ravaged villa...
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Clarence S. Olszewski didn’t hesitate when the bullets shredded the air and men dropped all aroun...
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Clarence S. Olszewski knelt in the mud under a hail of bullets, the earth shaking beneath relentl...
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The air was thick with smoke and the staccato rattle of machine guns. Men fell in the mud beside ...
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Blood mixed with sweat soaked the earth beneath his boots. Mortar shells tore the sky apart, and ...
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Clarence S. Olszewski charged into hell with nothing but grit and an iron will. The deafening roa...
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Clarence S. Olszewski stood with his squad, pinned beneath a hailstorm of enemy gunfire. The soil...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas Jr. was 14 years old when hell broke loose on the shores of Iwo Jima. The ai...
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Samuel Woodfill stood alone amid a sea of shattered trenches, his hands red, his breath ragged, t...
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The smoke choked the air. Bullets ripped through the chaos. Men screamed, fell, vanished into the...
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William J. Crawford lay huddled beneath the brutal Spanish sun, bullets tearing the earth around ...
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The mud clings. The stench of gunpowder, blood, and sweat, thick as smoke, suffocates. But there’...
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Robert J. Patterson’s hands were bloodied, shaking but steady. Around him, cannon smoke thickened...
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Robert J. Patterson stood with his regiment in a hail of bullets. Smoke choked the air. The groun...
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William J. Crawford’s guts burned under the night sun of Italy, blood seeping from his shattered ...
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He staggered through bullets like they were nothing but rain. Smoke choked the sky, friends fell ...
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Iron chaos rains. Smoke chokes the air. Amid murderous volleys and screams, Robert J. Patterson s...
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Robert J. Patterson stood alone amid a storm of bullets and smoke. His regiment faltered, waverin...
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William J. Crawford lay crushed beneath rubble, blood seeping from shattered bones. The howling o...
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The smoke choked the morning air. Cannon thunder roared like the wrath of the heavens. Amid the c...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas Jr. was seventeen years old when hell spit fire on Tarawa Island. Barefoot, ...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas Jr. VI was just a sixteen-year-old boy when he threw himself on two grenades...
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William J. Crawford stood alone in a hellhole carved out of the Italian hills. Blood slick on his...
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Blood seared the dirt beneath him. Battered, bleeding, but unbroken. William J. Crawford stood hi...
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William J. Crawford lay bleeding on a foreign field. Bullets shredded the air, tearing the land a...
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Steel and smoke choked the Ohio air. Men fell like wheat before a scythe. Amid the thunderous roa...
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Mud, blood, and smoke choked the air. The roar of cannon fire hammered the earth like thunder, wh...
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Thomas W. Norris Jr. did not hesitate when death circled close, when firefights screamed around h...
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Robert J. Patterson stood knee-deep in chaos, musket smoke choking the air, death howling from ev...
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He stood alone, flanked by death’s storm, bullets tearing the air like thunder. The thunder never...
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Bullets tore the jungle air. Smoke clawed the sky. Yet, despite a shattered leg and bleeding woun...
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William J. Crawford lay curled in the mud, blood slick along his arm and leg. Pain clawed through...
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James E. Robinson Jr. did not just run toward the fire—he tore through it. Bullets ripping the ai...
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Thomas W. Norris Jr. stood in a crater-filled clearing, blood slick on his hands, his body riddle...
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Smoke choked the morning sky. Bullets whipped past like angry hornets. The 25th Ohio Infantry sta...
