Dec 10 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone. Bullets screamed past him like death incarnate. His unit was slipping behind enemy lines, retreating under incendiary fire in the muddy grasp of the Normandy bocag...
(0) Comments
Dec 09 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on a ridge, bullets stitching the air around him. His squad was falling back—outnumbered, outgunned, scattered. But DeGlopper didn’t flinch. He turned, raised his T...
(0) Comments
Dec 08 , 2025
Bullets shredded the night. Men fell screaming, dragged down by fire from a ridge impossible to take. Still, one soldier stood his ground. Alone. Shielding his brothers—and buying the seconds they ...
(0) Comments
Dec 08 , 2025
Legs burning, bullets ripping the air—no cover but a dying breath to stall the enemy. Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone, a lone shield against the storm. The roar of German guns cracked like thunder...
(0) Comments
Dec 08 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on that crumbled ridge near the Moselle River. Bullets tore through the smoke; grenades exploded like thunderclaps. His platoon limped backward—wounded, disoriented...
(0) Comments
Dec 08 , 2025
A single man, standing alone against the storm of death. That’s Charles N. DeGlopper on the muddy, blood-soaked banks of the Garonne River. His platoon pinned down. The enemy closing in. No cover. ...
(0) Comments