Dec 05 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. stood in the choking smog of war, bullets humming past his ears like angry hornets. His men faltered beneath withering enemy fire, pinned down in a hellish maze of hedgerows i...
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Dec 05 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. stood in a hailstorm of bullets, his green uniform soaked with sweat and blood. The air was thick with smoke and chaos on the outskirts of Belgrade, October 22, 1944. The enem...
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Dec 03 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. did more than charge into hell on that October day in 1944—he seized command of life and death with bare hands, dragging his men through the inferno of Southern France when ch...
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Dec 03 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. stood alone amidst a hail of bullets, a burning German strongpoint just feet away. His men were pinned down, exposed, caught in the teeth of enemy fire. His heart hammered, no...
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Dec 03 , 2025
The stench of burning oil and earth choked the air. Bullets whipped past like furious hornets. James E. Robinson Jr. pressed forward—alone, with bullets tearing at his flak jacket, his voice hoarse...
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Dec 02 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. moved through enemy fire like a ghost with a purpose. Each step measured, each breath a prayer. His men faltered, pinned down. The sun scorching, bullets singing death songs a...
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