Oct 06 , 2025
Robert E. Femoyer’s voice cracked through a storm of gunfire and flak. His breath ragged, blood seeping from a fatal wound, he keyed the radio again. Every transmission a lifeline to his bomber gro...
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Oct 06 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone on that hellish ridge, the night screaming with gunfire and death. Japanese soldiers surged like ghosts through the jungle, relentless, closing in to tear apart the thin A...
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Oct 06 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old the day he leapt into hell to save his brothers. The battlefield was a trench in Iwo Jima, February 1945. Mortar fire hammered the ridges. Amid the scream...
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Oct 06 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was just 17 when he became more than a name in history. He was the boy who emptied his pockets of grenades, ran headfirst into hell, and shielded his brothers with nothing but ...
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Oct 06 , 2025
Gunfire splitting the jungle air, tracer rounds screaming past his face. John Basilone stood alone at the Sergei Ridge, the night breathing hot and close around him. The enemy pressed hard—waves of...
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Oct 06 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old. Barely fifteen—half a childhood carved away by war. The deafening surge of artillery thundered around his screaming ears on Iwo Jima’s volcanic slopes. T...
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