May 20 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims bled courage in the frozen hell of Korea. Wounded, exhausted, nearly broken—he chose to rise anyway. Against a wall of enemy fire, with pain screaming through his body, he led a ch...
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May 20 , 2026
Blood. Darkness. The roar of hell swallowing the ridge. Clifford C. Sims, barely twenty, stood on that frozen hill in Korea, shredded and bleeding but unyielding. When enemy fire tore through his u...
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May 20 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims was bleeding out in a trench, far from home, and the enemy was closing in. His unit was fractured, pinned down, and any hope of survival depended on sheer will. With a shattered kn...
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May 20 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims lay drenched in blood, every breath a struggle. His left arm shattered, ribs cracked by shrapnel. Still, he pulled himself forward through rubble and gunfire, leading his men where...
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May 15 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims might have bled like the rest of us, but he moved like a man possessed. A storm bearing down on the frozen hills of Korea—January 1951—enemy fire cracked around him. Wounded, torn,...
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May 15 , 2026
Blood. Fire. The air thick with smoke and the scream of mortars. Clifford C. Sims, pinned down but unyielding, saw his men falter under a savage enemy counterattack. His body burned with pain—wound...
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