Dec 18 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone at the edge of that hellish ridge on Guadalcanal. Bullets tore through the night air, screams tangled with the burst of machine guns and mortars. Men fell around him, bloo...
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Dec 12 , 2025
John Basilone squatted behind a shattered machine gun nest on Guadalcanal. Bullets screamed past, cutting the jungle’s oppressive stillness. His ammo belt frayed, the gun jammed again. Around him, ...
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Dec 10 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone, the jungle air thick with gunpowder and death. His machine gun belt ran low, yet the line must hold. Around him, Marines fell—but not Basilone. Every pull of the trigger ...
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Nov 23 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone on a ridge, his machine gun snarling death into the advancing enemy. Grenades bursting near his foxhole, bullets ripping past like angry wasps. For hours, he held the line...
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Nov 08 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fourteen—and not yet a man—when war ripped through his life like an unstoppable storm. At that age, most boys are lost in childhood dreams. Lucas was lost in a war zone, bu...
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Nov 04 , 2025
The air tore apart with screams and fire. Two grenades smacked the ground at his feet. No time. No second chance. Jacklyn Harold Lucas dove—his young body shielded fellow Marines from certain death...
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