Sep 30 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was not just a boy. He was a storm born in the crucible of war, sixteen years old, storming into Hell to shield his brothers. Two grenades slipped through the chaos, landing li...
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Sep 30 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was a boy forged in fire before his time. Just 17 years old, he became a human shield on Peleliu’s shattered sands, hurling himself over not one, but two grenades. Flesh, bone,...
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Sep 30 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was fourteen years old when hell came calling. Barely a man, he dove onto two live grenades—twice—smothering their fury with his own body. He bought his brothers time. Blood so...
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Sep 30 , 2025
There was a smoke-choked ridge at Gettysburg where no man should have stood. But Alonzo Cushing, Captain of Battery A, 4th U.S. Artillery, held that line. Despite a torrent of lead tearing through ...
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Sep 29 , 2025
Blood and flame swallowed the field. The colors dropped. Men fell. Yet the flag clung to his hands—gripped like a lifeline. William Harvey Carney’s voice was silent but his courage screamed across ...
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Sep 29 , 2025
Canon fire roared. The air thick with smoke, muscle trembled and bone cracked beneath relentless assault. Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his artillery piece like it was the last lifeline betwe...
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