Dec 31 , 2025
Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone amid a hailstorm of bullets, his left arm shredded, face slick with blood and dust, gripping the radio as the enemy swarmed the ridge—and still, he refused to y...
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Dec 31 , 2025
Blood. Fire. Frozen hell in early February 1951. The ground shook beneath Hill 770's barren slopes outside Wonju, Korea. Under relentless enemy fire, a single company fought to hold the line—fractu...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Bullets tore through the bitter Korean night. Mortar shells shook the bloodied ground beneath him. The enemy was closing in, waves of them, reckless and brutal. But Captain Edward R. Schowalter Jr....
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Dec 30 , 2025
Blood saves no ground. It soaks in until it stains the soul. Edward R. Schowalter Jr. bled like the rest, but he fought like a man who had nothing left to lose — except the lives of those under his...
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Dec 28 , 2025
Beneath the choking smoke and frozen sky, Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood—alone, bleeding, defiant. Surrounded by a relentless enemy force, he refused to give an inch. His men were scattered or down...
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Dec 27 , 2025
Blood and fire claw for every foot forward. The air tasted of smoke and sweat, the ground slick with mud and spilled life. No room for weakness here. None. In this chaos, Edward R. Schowalter Jr. s...
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