Feb 11 , 2026
A grenade lands in the dirt between them—exploding seconds away from destroying a squad huddled under heavy fire. Without hesitation, Robert H. Jenkins Jr. lunges, throwing his body over the blast,...
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Feb 11 , 2026
The seconds stretched like lifetimes. Fire ripping around him, men screaming, chaos carved deep into flesh and bone. Then the grenade spins—hissing death—and Robert H. Jenkins Jr. reacts without th...
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Feb 11 , 2026
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. carried the chaos of war like a second skin—scarred, raw, and unrelenting. But blood ran deeper than fear. In the hellfire of Vietnam, with death inches away, Jenkins made a g...
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Feb 11 , 2026
The grenade lands. A heartbeat’s time to decide. Robert H. Jenkins Jr. makes one choice. One split-second, unforgiving choice that echoes beyond the smoke and blood: shield your brothers with your ...
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Feb 11 , 2026
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. saw death before most of us even tasted fear. His hands were already shaking under the weight of a grenade when he made the choice no one else could. Not to run. Not to duck. ...
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Feb 11 , 2026
Explosions cut the night like lightning. Spent rounds stung the skin; screams pierced the jungle’s thick, choking dark. Then the grenade landed—black, ticking fate at their feet. Robert H. Jenkins ...
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