Oct 06 , 2025
A man stands alone, ragged and bleeding, against a hailstorm of bullets and shells—his rifle blazing as comrades vanish into shadows, retreating from hell. That was Charles N. DeGlopper on June 9, ...
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Oct 06 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood his ground as death screamed in from every side. The air thick with smoke and the roar of enemy guns, he fired volley after volley—alone—so his brothers could slip away. ...
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Oct 03 , 2025
He stood alone on that Normandy ridge, bullets stitching the air like angry wind. Surrounding him, chaos; behind him, a retreat spiraling into disorder. Charles N. DeGlopper didn’t flinch. He blew ...
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Oct 02 , 2025
They came at the ridge like death itself had a voice. Bullets snapped through the air, screams swallowed by thunder. Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone, waist-deep in mud, with nothing but his M1 Gar...
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