Dec 11 , 2025
The air was thick with smoke and the crack of rifles. Bullets tore through the cold New Mexico dawn around him. William J. Crawford didn’t flinch. Severely wounded, bloody and soaked in mud, he hel...
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Dec 11 , 2025
He crawled through a rain of bullets with his guts torn open, but he never quit. Blood spattered across frozen ground, and enemy fire painted the night sky with death. William J. Crawford didn’t ju...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Blood and grit choked the air that day. The ground was a crucible, the sun merciless. William J. Crawford, hunkered behind shattered stone, felt the sharp sting of shrapnel tear through his flesh—a...
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Dec 11 , 2025
William J. Crawford’s blood soaked a broken hill in Italy—his face half-blinded, his body riddled with shrapnel. The shelling would have pinned any man down. Not him. His rifle spat fire as he craw...
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Dec 08 , 2025
The sky was tore open with gunfire and fury. Bullets whipped past William J. Crawford as he crawled toward an abandoned enemy weapon. His left arm broken, blood sluicing down his face, he didn’t he...
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Dec 08 , 2025
He was bleeding out on that shattered ridge, the thunder of mortars shaking the earth beneath him. But William J. Crawford didn’t flinch. The enemy was closing fast, and his comrades needed a wall—...
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