Nov 04 , 2025
The grenade landed three feet away. Nothing more than a heartbeat between life and death. Robert H. Jenkins Jr. didn’t hesitate. His body slammed forward, a shield against shrapnel, a human wall be...
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Nov 04 , 2025
He saw the grenade first. Not in time to throw it back. Not enough to save himself. But he dove in anyway—body over brothers, flesh against the fireball, shielding life with his own death. Robert H...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. didn’t hesitate. Not once. A grenade landed at his feet in the hellscape of Vietnam’s Que Son Valley. The world slowed, but Jenkins moved faster. He threw himself on that gren...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. carried death like a shadow on April 5, 1969. In a single heartbeat, his world exploded—grenades, gunfire, screaming. His men’s lives hung on a knife’s edge, and without hesit...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. stood on the razor’s edge between life and death that day in Vietnam. Bullets ripped past. Men screamed and fell. Then came the grenade—a streak of metal and death landing at ...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Robert Jenkins felt the grenade before he saw it. A hissing fuse in the pit of his gut. Time slowed. Around him were the shouts, the gunfire, and the roar of hell tearing through Vietnam’s jungle. ...
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