Feb 10 , 2026
Bullets tore through the night like angry hounds. Men screamed. Darkness swallowed everything but gunfire and the burning in my leg. We were dug in, but the enemy had us in a vise. Then, out of tha...
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Feb 10 , 2026
Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone on a ridge shrouded in smoke and blood. His unit shattered, his arm riddled with wounds, he faced a tide of enemy soldiers advancing like a dark storm. There wa...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Clifford C. Sims stood alone at the edge of a frozen ridge in Korea, blood pouring from a shattered leg and a face battered by shrapnel. His men were pinned down, enemy fire like a storm raging aro...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Blood on frozen ground. Every breath a mountain of fire in my lungs. Clifford C. Sims didn’t just crawl through that hellhole in Korea. He charged—wounded, bleeding, and relentless. His eyes saw th...
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Jan 30 , 2026
Blood and fire clawed at the hills above Unsan that cold November day. The air shattered with artillery and gunfire, screams swallowed by the thunderstorm of war. Somehow, a young captain stood fir...
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Jan 22 , 2026
Blood running. Men falling. Still he stands—alone against the storm. That’s Edward R. Schowalter Jr. on April 22, 1951, atop Hill 300 in Korea. The air thick with smoke, the silence punctuated by e...
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