Feb 04 , 2026
Sgt. Henry Johnson’s hands bled, his ribs shattered, but he kept fighting—when most men would have fallen. A wild night in the Argonne Forest, 1918. German raiders swarmed, but Johnson stood alone,...
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Jan 12 , 2026
Blood and shadow tangled under a cold French moon. Sgt. Henry Johnson stood alone, battered, bleeding, yet unbroken. German voices swarmed the woods like wolves. His fists, his rifle — the only lin...
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Jan 04 , 2026
The night was sundered by gunfire and screams. Alone in the black mire of Chateau-Thierry, Sgt. Henry Johnson fought like a man possessed—not for glory, but survival. His hands, raw and shaking, wi...
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Jan 01 , 2026
Sgt. Henry Johnson stood alone under a night sky torn by gunfire. Bullets tore through the cold air. His hands were bloodied, his body broken, but he fought on—a barrier between death and the lives...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Bullets whipped through the night like angry hornets. Hell was just beginning to break loose near the village of Cantigny, France, in the summer of 1918. Sgt. Henry Johnson, one man against a raidi...
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Nov 25 , 2025
He was alone. Surrounded. Wounded. Yet, Sgt. Henry Johnson stood his ground—firing, stabbing, fighting off a dozen enemy soldiers to save his unit from slaughter. Bloodied and battered, with broken...
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