Apr 18 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled through the freezing mud of Korea, every step a war against death and despair. His unit pinned down by ruthless enemy fire, Sims felt the weight of impossible odds crush the a...
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Apr 18 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled not just for survival, but for brothers pinned down in hell. His was a name etched into the granite of Korea’s frozen slopes — a warrior who stood shattered, yet unyielding, a...
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Apr 18 , 2026
The air burned with the roar of incoming fire. Men fell beside him, the ground slick with blood and grit. Yet, Sgt. Clifford C. Sims pushed forward—wounded, bleeding, unbroken—leading his ragged un...
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Apr 18 , 2026
Blood drenched the frozen ridge. The howls of mortar and machine guns carved through the cold Korean night. Clifford C. Sims, barely more than a boy in the jaws of hell, knew one truth: Some wounds...
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Apr 18 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims lay bleeding, bullets cutting through silence. His unit pinned down by merciless machine-gun fire. The line was breaking, and men were falling like wheat to a sickle. Yet, through ...
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Apr 18 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled on the frozen hills of Korea, but he wasn’t done. Wounded deep, every step a crucible of pain, he turned back toward the carnage to drag his men out of hell. That kind of figh...
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