Feb 06 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled on that frozen Korean hill, every inch of ground paid for in pain and iron will. The enemy swarmed like a pack, one step from tearing his unit apart. But Sims forced himself f...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims stood alone at the edge of a frozen ridge in Korea, blood pouring from a shattered leg and a face battered by shrapnel. His men were pinned down, enemy fire like a storm raging aro...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Blood on frozen ground. Every breath a mountain of fire in my lungs. Clifford C. Sims didn’t just crawl through that hellhole in Korea. He charged—wounded, bleeding, and relentless. His eyes saw th...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled in the mud of Korea, wounded yet unyielding, dragging his men toward salvation through a hail of enemy fire. When chaos screamed, he roared back louder—a living testament to g...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Blood seeps through frozen mud. His body screams in agony—wounds tearing at flesh, but the enemy presses close. To retreat means death for his men. So he charges. This was Staff Sergeant Clifford C...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims was bleeding out—but he never quit moving forward. A dozen enemies ahead. His platoon pinned down by a storm of bullets and shouts. A crushing wound tore through his side, hot and ...
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