Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. carried death like a shadow on April 5, 1969. In a single heartbeat, his world exploded—grenades, gunfire, screaming. His men’s lives hung on a knife’s edge, and without hesit...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. stood on the razor’s edge between life and death that day in Vietnam. Bullets ripped past. Men screamed and fell. Then came the grenade—a streak of metal and death landing at ...
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Nov 03 , 2025
He stood alone against a relentless tide of enemy fire. Rifle blazing, grenade in hand, Charles N. DeGlopper held the line on a shattered sliver of French farmland. His squad had fallen back. No re...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Audie Murphy stood alone amid a shattered French hillside, a burning tank by his side, with enemy troops clawing at his position. His small frame belied a warrior’s heart, but that day in January 1...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood in smoke and blood—a lone officer, his left arm shredded, knee nearly snapped, facing waves of hostile soldiers converging on his hill. The crackle of enemy machine g...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Bullets tore through the thick forest air. Shouts cracked like rifle reports. The enemy was closing in, but Sgt. Alvin C. York stood alone, calm and steady—a single man against a horde. They say he...
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