Oct 07 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone on a knife-edged ridge in the dark, his machine gun roaring like thunder against waves of enemy soldiers. Grenades exploded around him, sweat and blood tangled on his face...
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Oct 07 , 2025
He was 17 years old. Barely a man and yet already a shield. Two grenades landed in the foxhole where Jacklyn Harold Lucas huddled with his fellow Marines on Iwo Jima. Without hesitation, he threw h...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Audie Leon Murphy Jr. stood alone on a rain-soaked ridge, chest pressed against a burning tank destroyer, eyes locked on the swarming German troops closing in. His rifle cracked like thunder across...
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Oct 07 , 2025
He stood alone on the ridge, the last line of defense between chaos and collapse. Grenades bloomed like fireflies at his feet. Machine gun bullets shredded the air. His voice cracked over the roar:...
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Oct 07 , 2025
They came through the jungle like shadows—eyes wild, bullets ripping earth and flesh. Gordon Yntema’s radio was dead. His squad was pinned down. No reinforcements. No mercy. Just seconds between li...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Jacklyn H. Lucas was fifteen years old when he stood between death and dozens of Marines on Iwo Jima. Two grenades came hurling into his foxhole. Without hesitation, he jumped on them—twice—absorbi...
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