Oct 09 , 2025
Charles George crawled through the blood-choked mud, every breath a lash of searing pain. Bullets whipped past him like angry hornets. His ribs shattered, flesh torn open—each movement a prayer and...
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Oct 09 , 2025
Blood on the Frozen Ground. The bitter cold bites deep on Heartbreak Ridge, November 27, 1952. Charlie George, corporal of the 3rd Battalion, 17th Infantry Regiment, hears the ragged cry of a wound...
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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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