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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Oct 03 , 2025
Thomas W. Bennett ran into the storm. The bullets screamed past. The air was thick with smoke and blood. Men screamed—some died where they fell—but Bennett never hesitated. Bloodied and scarred, he...
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Oct 02 , 2025
He was bleeding out. Surrounded. The firefight screamed chaos. His men pinned down. Gordon Douglas Yntema didn’t hesitate. He hurled himself into the storm with only one thought: save his brothers....
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