Nov 04 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. stood knee-deep in mud, bullets slicing through the humid air over New Georgia Island in July 1943. Every inch forward was soaked in blood and fire. Yet when his men faltered ...
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Nov 04 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. dropped into hell with a rifle in one hand and a purpose carved deep into his bones. The smoke choked the morning. Bullets sang death songs all around. But he didn’t flinch. N...
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Nov 04 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. stood alone in the flooded paddy fields under a cascade of bullets. His unit pinned down, casualties mounting with every second. But he did not hesitate. Blood and mud mixed o...
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Nov 03 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. crawled through mud thick as grief, surrounded by the deafening crack of gunfire ripping the earth around him. Off to his left, men dropped without a sound, swallowed by the c...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Shrapnel tore through the freezing air. Blood mingled with mud beneath his boots. Yet, James E. Robinson Jr. pressed forward—alone—dragging wounded men to safety while bullets slammed all around. T...
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Nov 03 , 2025
James E. Robinson Jr. waded through hellfire that day in June 1944. Bullets shredded the air. Men fell screaming beside him. But Robinson? He charged forward—calm, fierce, unstoppable. He saved his...
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