Robert E. Femoyer, Medal of Honor navigator who saved his crew

Robert E. Femoyer, Medal of Honor navigator who saved his crew

Oct 09 , 2025

Infidel Co.

Robert E. Femoyer gripped the radio mic with shattered hands. Blood pooled beneath him. Pain clawed at his chest, every breath a jagged shard. Minutes stretched into eternity as the enemy closed in...

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Medal of Honor Recipient Robert E. Femoyer Saved Bomber Crews

Medal of Honor Recipient Robert E. Femoyer Saved Bomber Crews

Oct 09 , 2025

Infidel Co.

Robert E. Femoyer’s voice cracked through the static, breath shallow, soaked in blood—and still steady. The sky burned with flak and fire. Enemy fighters clawed for his B-17 bomber, clutching at th...

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Robert E. Femoyer, WWII Medal of Honor B-17 Radio Operator

Robert E. Femoyer, WWII Medal of Honor B-17 Radio Operator

Oct 09 , 2025

Infidel Co.

The radio crackled. His breath ragged, stained with blood, Robert E. Femoyer kept talking. Another wave of flak shredded his plane, and yet there he was—calm, steady, guiding his crew through hell....

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Robert E. Femoyer, Medal of Honor Bomber Who Kept Calling Coordinates

Robert E. Femoyer, Medal of Honor Bomber Who Kept Calling Coordinates

Oct 09 , 2025

Infidel Co.

They say a man’s true measure shows when his blood flows but his voice does not fade. Robert E. Femoyer sat in the cockpit, wounded deep, pulse thudding like war drums, clutching his radio. Saved h...

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Robert E. Femoyer's Last Radio Calls That Saved His Crew

Robert E. Femoyer's Last Radio Calls That Saved His Crew

Oct 08 , 2025

Infidel Co.

Robert E. Femoyer’s final moments were written in agony and grit. Deep behind enemy lines in the Belgian Ardennes, his lungs bleeding, bones broken, yet his voice did not tremble. Under relentless ...

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Robert E. Femoyer WWII Navigator Who Saved Crew with Last Radio Call

Robert E. Femoyer WWII Navigator Who Saved Crew with Last Radio Call

Oct 08 , 2025

Infidel Co.

Robert E. Femoyer clung to the radio’s handset, his blood staining the mic’s cord. Every word he sent crackled through hostile skies. Wounded, fading—but steady. His voice didn’t falter. The plane’...

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