Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims bled for every inch of ground he claimed that day. Bloodied hand gripping an M1 carbine, legs shaking but spirit steel-hard. The enemy was closing, thick and fast, death’s shadow d...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims dug his body into the frozen earth under a merciless Korean sky. Bloodied and bone-weary, his hand still gripped the rifle tight. Enemy fire ripped around him—snarling death inches...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims bled in the frozen maw of Korea, under a storm of bullets and death. Wounded, exhausted, and outnumbered, he refused to fall back. Instead, he stood and fought, calling others forw...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims stood at the edge of hell, bloodied and broken, yet refusing to back down. His left arm nearly useless, his body screaming in agony, he led the charge that turned the tide of a sav...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Blood and fire forged Clifford C. Sims that November day in Korea. A grenade tore through the chaos, limbs shredded, yet he pushed forward. Bleeding, broken, but unbroken. His voice—raw, relentless...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims bled not just for life, but for every man behind him. The ground shook with mortar fire. His unit was pinned down. Wounded, gasping, Sims squared his shoulders and charged—savage a...
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