Feb 06 , 2026
He stood alone on that ridge, bullets tearing through the frost-bitten air. Every man behind him counted on his grit, his willingness to bleed so they wouldn’t have to die. Charles N. DeGlopper did...
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Feb 06 , 2026
They came at him from every angle. Machine guns rattled like death’s heartbeat. Mortar shells tattooed the earth nearby. And there, in the mud of Normandy’s hedgerows, Charles N. DeGlopper stood al...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Bullets tore through the smoke. Men fell around him like wheat. Charles N. DeGlopper stayed standing—alone, exposed, the last line between death and retreat. He fired his M1 rifle into the coming s...
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Feb 05 , 2026
The last man standing on a shattered ridge—alone against a flood of German soldiers, with no cover but courage and conviction. Charles N. DeGlopper stood in the firestorm of June 9, 1944, in Norman...
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Feb 04 , 2026
Hellfire cracked over the hills of Normandy. Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone, gunned down by machine guns in the cruel rain, weapon blazing—not to survive, but so others might live. The ground aro...
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Jan 30 , 2026
Blood on the Ridge. A man stands alone. Rifle raised. Gunfire swallows the air — an exhalation of death and defiance. Charles N. DeGlopper chose those moments between hellfire to hold the line, to ...
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