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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Dec 08 , 2025
Blood in the Dust. Fire all around. A handful of men pinned down by a surge of enemy troops. No backup. No mercy. Just grit, guts, and an unyielding will to hold the line. The Boy from Oklahoma Wi...
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Dec 08 , 2025
He lay in the mud, blood slick on his hands. The enemy pressed; their bullets sang in the night air. Every breath hurt. Every heartbeat screamed. Still, William J. Crawford held the line. When othe...
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Dec 08 , 2025
William J. Crawford lay in the dirt, bleeding out, his body screaming in pain. The German assault crashed over him like a tidal wave. But he clutched his machine gun with stubborn hands. He would n...
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