Jan 30 , 2026
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone amid a hail of machine gun and artillery fire. His platoon retreating behind him, broken and battered, inching back across a deadly river crossing. Every step forwa...
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Jan 30 , 2026
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on a crumbling ridge, bullets tearing earth around him. His voice cracked once—then again—as he called out to his men, drawing fire and buying seconds. Seconds that...
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Jan 30 , 2026
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on a ridge, bullets whistling past like angry hornets. His squad was falling back. The enemy surged forward, hungry to erase their foothold. With a single brow furr...
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Jan 28 , 2026
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone at the edge of a dying ridge, the final hope between his shattered unit and an unforgiving enemy. Bullets tore through the air like angry wasps. The deafening rattl...
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Jan 28 , 2026
Blood on the Ridge. Silence chasing the roar. Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on French soil, an island of defiance against an ocean of enemy bullets. The 82nd Airborne was forced back. Retreat wa...
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Jan 28 , 2026
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on that shattered ridge—bullets whipping past, the earth exploding at his feet. His voice cut through the chaos, yelling for his men to retreat. Then he did the imp...
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