Oct 07 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fifteen years old when hell rained down on Iwo Jima. Most grunts had years behind their eyes. Not him. He stood in the mud, shrapnel and fire around like death’s breath — a...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Blood pounds. The hillside erupts. Charles George—only twenty-five—throws himself between a wounded comrade and a hailstorm of bullets. His hands, slick with sweat and blood, grip the soldier’s arm...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Blood soaking the frozen earth. The bitter cold biting through his uniform. Sergeant Charles George dragged his wounded comrade through the gunfire, refusing to leave a man behind. The Making of a...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing stood amid chaos and death, clutching his shattered cannon’s wheel. Blood washed over his uniform as bullets sliced the air, smoke stinging his eyes. His left arm torn open, his thig...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was just a boy. Barely seventeen. But when death rained down in the bitter haze of Iwo Jima, age bled away beneath grit and sacrifice. Two grenades landed near his foxhole. Wit...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was thirteen years old when he threw himself on not one—but two—enemy grenades in the blistering heat of Iwo Jima. The first explosion tore through his body. Still bleeding, he...
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