Dec 25 , 2025
William McKinley Lowery bled like the rest of them. But he never faltered. Not when the bullets carved the air around him. Not when the enemy closed in with savage intent. He carried more than his ...
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Dec 25 , 2025
Blood and dust choked the air. The enemy pressed hard, swarming the hill like a rabid tide. Men fought to stand or fall. Somewhere in that chaos, Edward R. Schowalter Jr., limped forward — bleeding...
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Dec 25 , 2025
Edward Schowalter Jr. stood under a hellish hail of bullets, bleeding from his wounds, his unit shattered around him. Enemy forces pressed in, furious, relentless. He didn’t falter. He pressed forw...
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Dec 24 , 2025
Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone atop a shattered ridge, blood pouring from wounds that should have ended him. The enemy swarmed like wolves from every side. His radio was silent. His men looke...
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Dec 24 , 2025
Blood and fire do not build men, but reveal them. Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone on a hill in Korea, bullets shredding the cold air like angry wasps. His men were faltering, pinned down by wa...
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Dec 23 , 2025
Blood and ice. A hillside soaked with fire and fury. Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood against a wall of screaming North Korean and Chinese troops on February 1, 1951, at Hill 605. Wounded, bleeding, ...
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