Jan 17 , 2026
Blood soaked the frozen ground. Clifford C. Sims gritted his teeth, every muscle screaming. His left arm useless, the searing pain beneath his ribs a cruel reminder—mortally wounded. Yet the enemy ...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims stood on the razor’s edge of destruction. His unit was pinned down, a hailstorm of hostile fire cutting through frozen Korean hills like a butcher’s cleaver. Blood seeped through t...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled for every inch of frozen Korean earth that morning in December 1951. A bullet shattered his wrist. Another tore through his side. But he did not stop. He did not falter. He ch...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Blood soaked the frozen ground. Men fell all around; the line was crumbling, lost to chaos and enemy fire. Yet there, standing—wounded, bleeding, relentless—was Clifford C. Sims. With hell pounding...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims fought through hell and came back bearing scars no one else could see. When the gunfire died down and the dust settled, it was his voice that rallied the few survivors. Blood runni...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled courage into the frozen mud of Korea, his body broken but his will unyielding. One man against a faceless enemy, leading a charge smeared with blood and desperation—not becaus...
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