Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims crawled through frozen mud, blood seeping from a wound that would’ve stopped anyone else. The enemy fire cut holes in the night air like hell itself was ripping open. But Sims didn...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims took the hill bleeding and broken. Bullets ripped through the air. Men around him faltered. But he surged forward—wounded, stubborn, relentless. He refused to let his unit die wher...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clarence S. Olszewski stood under a hellscape of mortar fire, his body soaked in sweat and blood, throat ragged from shouting commands. The ridge ahead was a furnace of enemy resistance — machine g...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Clifford C. Sims wasn’t just wounded on that frozen ridge in Korea—he was broken, torn apart in body and spirit. Still, he stood. Blood dripping from shattered flesh, he charged the enemy lines. Th...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Blood, smoke, and the stench of death—every step forward felt like walking through the throat of Hell itself. Charles Coolidge Jr., company commander, gripped that moment with iron will. His men fa...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Blood on the frozen hills of Korea. The air thick with smoke and cold so sharp it burned under the skin. Clifford C. Sims, battered and bleeding, stared down a charge that could have easily spelled...
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