Nov 03 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. stood in the clearing, the air thick with gunfire and smoke. A live grenade skittered toward his squad—time froze. Without hesitation, Jenkins dove, bracing himself over the l...
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Nov 03 , 2025
A grenade tumbles into the foxhole. Time halts—heartbeat quickens, breath tightens. Without hesitation, Robert H. Jenkins Jr. throws himself over the blast. His body shields his brothers. The explo...
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Oct 31 , 2025
Flesh tore, time froze, and a grenade spun death toward them all. Robert H. Jenkins Jr. did not hesitate. He threw himself over those men, steel and bone breaking, blood seeping—his body the last s...
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Oct 31 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. carried the weight of war like a second skin. Under the dense canopy of Vietnam’s mangrove swamps, the air thick with gunpowder and sweat, the moment came swift. A grenade lan...
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Oct 31 , 2025
Flashing shards of metal and flesh. The morning sun drowned behind thick jungle smoke. Men screamed and fell. Somewhere in that chaos crawled Robert H. Jenkins Jr.—a Marine soaked in grit and faith...
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Oct 31 , 2025
The grenade landed like death itself, spinning through the humid Vietnam air. Robert H. Jenkins Jr. saw it clear—felt time slow down as every man around him froze. No hesitation. No second thought....
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