Sep 22 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped his sword arm with bloodied fingers. Shells screamed overhead. The enemy swarmed—waves of rebels closing in on his battery at Cemetery Ridge. For hours, he’d refused to quit,...
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Sep 20 , 2025
Blood seeps through frozen fingertips. The roar never ends. Captain Alonzo Cushing crouched behind his gun, shards of shell and splinters ripping the air. The Battle of Gettysburg had turned Devil’...
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Sep 19 , 2025
Desmond Thomas Doss lay pinned beneath the blistering Okinawan sun, enemy shells screaming overhead, his hands slick with someone else's blood. No rifle in his grasp — only the jagged fragments of ...
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Sep 18 , 2025
The night air erupted with enemy fire. Robert J. Miller stood in the maw of chaos—wounded, bleeding, but unbroken. The company was pinned down, surrounded by death’s shadow. They looked to him—this...
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Sep 17 , 2025
Night swallowed the ridge, shrouding the trenches in cold silence. Then came the screams—the crack of rifles breaking the dark. Alone, wounded, Sgt. Henry Johnson stood between annihilation and sur...
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Sep 16 , 2025
Thomas W. Bennett crawled through a hailstorm of bullets. The jungles of Vietnam did not care who he was. He saw blood, screaming, death. Still, he moved — unstoppable, relentless. His hands were s...
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