Oct 09 , 2025
The cannon roared. Smoke choked the air. Bloodied hands gripped the wheel, tightening on the wheel even as ribs shattered like dry twigs beneath the blow. Alonzo Cushing would not fall silent. Not ...
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Oct 09 , 2025
Sgt. Henry Johnson stood alone in the darkness, bullets stitching the air around him. Blood soaked his uniform. His body screamed from a dozen wounds, but he didn’t falter. The enemy had slipped th...
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Oct 09 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old when death came crashing down on him like a hammer blow. Two grenades landed near his foxhole on Iwo Jima. Without hesitation, he threw himself on top of ...
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Oct 09 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old when he dove onto two live grenades in the Pacific, saving his fellow Marines with nothing but raw guts and a child’s reckless heart. The explosion tore t...
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Oct 09 , 2025
The roar of grenades shredded the quiet night. Twelve years old. Barely a boy. Yet Jacklyn Harold Lucas gambled his life to save strangers. He caught not one, but two live grenades, plunging his bo...
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Oct 09 , 2025
The air burned dusty and thick over Cemetery Ridge. The sky bled smoke. Alonzo Cushing, barely more than a boy with the weight of a nation on his shoulders, gritted his teeth and ordered his guns t...
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