Nov 11 , 2025
Bullets screamed past my head. The shrill crack of rifle fire and the roar of German tanks closing in were deafening. Alone in a shattered farmhouse near Holtzwihr, France, I gripped an abandoned ....
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Nov 09 , 2025
He stood with a shattered leg, blood blinding his vision, his rifle empty. Around him, the hillside bled with enemy fire, waves of attackers crashing against a thin line of defenders. Yet Edward R....
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Nov 07 , 2025
The enemy pressed in from all sides, bullets ripping past like angry hornets. Lieutenant Edward R. Schowalter Jr. — bleeding, nearly crippled — refused to fall back. His men depended on him. He mov...
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Sep 03 , 2025
His boots sunk in the mud. The air was thick with smoke and death. Around him, Marines were falling, but Chesty Puller kept moving forward. “Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live foreve...
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