Nov 12 , 2025
Explosions ripped through the jungle like thunder. Roosters crowed of war, screams mingled with gunfire. Somewhere in that hell, Robert H. Jenkins Jr. saw a grenade arc toward his squad—time slowed...
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Nov 11 , 2025
The grenade landed in the dirt, then rolled—seconds away from ripping through the thin circle of brotherhood. Without hesitation, Robert H. Jenkins Jr. threw himself on the blast. His body took the...
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Nov 11 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. stood on the rubble-strewn path, surrounded by the roar of a jungle combat zone in Vietnam. Suddenly, a grenade landed inches from his comrades—time slowed. Without hesitation...
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Nov 11 , 2025
Steel and flesh collide beneath a sky ripped open by gunfire and screams. A grenade arcs through the air, seconds melting into forever—then, the crushing weight of a man thrown over others. A shiel...
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Nov 11 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was just fifteen when he faced death head-on on a blood-soaked Vietnam battlefield nobody his age should have ever seen. A grenade landed near three Marines huddled in a foxhol...
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Nov 10 , 2025
Robert H. Jenkins Jr. felt the grenade’s arc before it landed. Time slowed. A heartbeat stretched eternal. His body moved on pure will—not instinct, not training, not hope, but purpose. He dove tow...
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