Oct 22 , 2025
Gordon Douglas Yntema stood in a rain of bullets, a grenade at his feet, smoke choking the jungle air. His squad was pinned, men screaming in the chaos. And he—a single man—decided he would be the ...
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Oct 22 , 2025
Thomas W. Bennett crawled through a hailstorm of bullets, the screams of the wounded punctuating the chaos. Blood soaked his uniform, but not his resolve. Around him, the jungle was a tomb—and yet,...
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Oct 08 , 2025
Gordon Douglas Yntema stood alone in the choking jungle, bullets punching the air around him. Wounded, exhausted, his position overrun, he made a choice—no one else would die that day if he had bre...
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Oct 07 , 2025
They came through the jungle like shadows—eyes wild, bullets ripping earth and flesh. Gordon Yntema’s radio was dead. His squad was pinned down. No reinforcements. No mercy. Just seconds between li...
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Oct 07 , 2025
He crawled slower than death itself. Wounded soldiers screamed, smoke choked the air, and bullets hammered the dirt around him. Yet, Thomas W. Bennett kept moving—each inch earned was a life saved....
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Oct 05 , 2025
A medic running through a hailstorm of bullets, dragging wounded men from the blood-soaked dirt — not once slowing, not once hesitating. Thomas W. Bennett was that kind of man. When the ground itse...
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