Oct 09 , 2025
Bullets tore through the quiet hill like thunder on a calm night. Men were falling—friends, brothers, the backbone of a Division pinned under the German shadow. Amid chaos, one voice rose. Clear. D...
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Oct 08 , 2025
Blood in the mud, steel screaming overhead. Men were falling one by one, trapped between a hellish flurry of bullets and an enemy hell-bent on annihilation. Somewhere on that cratered hill in Norma...
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Oct 08 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper’s last stand was a shot fired against the darkness. The deafening roar of relentless German machine guns, the crack and death of artillery crashing through Normandy’s choking f...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone at the edge of a tidal wave of enemy fire. His squad was falling back, crushed under the weight of German machine guns and mortars near Normandy’s riverbanks. The r...
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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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