Nov 13 , 2025
Bullets tore the air. The ground was slick with mud and blood. Somewhere ahead, his squad faltered — pinned, exposed. Charles N. DeGlopper didn’t pause. He surged forward into the hail of death, al...
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Nov 13 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone against a wall of German fire. His rifle cracked and spit smoke, but the enemy pressed forward, relentless. Behind him, his brothers scrambled to safety. Each heart...
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Nov 12 , 2025
The earth shook under relentless shells. Men around him crumpled, smoke clawed the sky, but Charles N. DeGlopper stood his ground—alone. Bullets sliced through the air like death’s razor. His body ...
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Nov 11 , 2025
Bullets shredded the trees. The air roared with death, men screamed, then fell silent. Somewhere beyond that hellscape, Private First Class Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone—facing impossible odds—s...
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Nov 11 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on a shattered ridge. His rifle jammed. The enemy was closing in fast. Behind him, his company was falling back, crushed by a relentless barrage of fire. But he hel...
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Nov 11 , 2025
The roar of German machine guns tore the humid morning air near the Merderet River. Soldiers scrambled, clutching rifles, trying to hold the line. Amid the chaos, one man stood fast—unflinching, a ...
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