William J. Crawford's Medal of Honor at Hill 67 in Italy

Feb 06 , 2026

William J. Crawford's Medal of Honor at Hill 67 in Italy

Blood. Fear. A man on his knees, firing with the last of his strength.

William J. Crawford wasn’t a hero by choice. He was the man standing between death and the men he’d sworn to protect. The storm of helldust and bullets tore through the Arizona desert, and there he was—unbroken, uncowed, unyielding.


From Kansas Dirt to Battlefield Faith

Born in 1918 in Colony, Kansas, Crawford was the kind of man shaped by hard earth and harder lessons. Raised modest, grounded by a deep, unshakeable faith. His belief was simple: serve the Lord, serve your country, stand for what’s right—even when no one’s watching.

He carried scripture in his heart, more than any weapon:

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” — John 15:13[1]

Crawford’s faith wasn’t quiet. It was louder than artillery and scarier than the chaos of battle. It forged his code—the line between cowardice and courage, surrender and stand-fast.


The Battle That Defined Him: Hill 67, Italy, May 24, 1944

Crawford was a private in the 45th Infantry Division, known as the “Thunderbird Division.” The fight to take Hill 67 near Cisterna, Italy, was one hell of a crucible. The Germans had dug in deep, shelling the American lines, raining machine-gun fire through the rocky scrub.

When the enemy pressed hard, the line twisted and cracked like cheap leather. And then, amid shouts and bullets, Crawford saw a wounded comrade fall.

Without hesitation, he crawled through barbed wire and enemy fire. Twice wounded by shrapnel, with blood soaking his uniform, he didn’t quit. He dragged the man back.

But the fight wasn’t done.

Crawford manned his machine gun. One after another, enemy soldiers charged. Against every reason in his mind and every pain in his body, he fired like a demon possessed. His unit was pinned down. Supplies dwindling. Friends falling.

Still, he refused to give ground.

When the orders came to pull back, Crawford stayed. Covered the retreat. Even when he was left alone, badly hurt.

It was a tempest of courage and desperation. His actions prevented a rout. Saved countless lives.


Medal of Honor: Words That Can’t Capture Valor

The Medal of Honor—America’s highest mark of valor—came for this quiet Kansan on October 5, 1945, signed by President Truman. The citation spells it out in cold, bureaucratic language:

“Though painfully wounded and despite enemy fire, Private Crawford refused evacuation and remained at his post to provide covering fire. His actions enabled the complete withdrawal of his unit and the establishment of a new defensive line.”[2]

Generals and soldiers alike spoke of a man who put others above all. Lt. Col. Ray Brown, a commanding officer, said:

“Bill’s stubbornness saved lives that day. He was the kind of man every unit needs—unbreakable in the facing of hell.”[3]

The medal was more than ceremony. It was a testament to blood, grit, and sacrifice.


Legacy Carved in Sacrifice and Redemption

William J. Crawford returned from the war bearing scars the eye could not see. Yet, through the years, he carried no bitterness. His story echoes the costly price of freedom and the unyielding spirit of the warrior’s heart.

He reminded a world hungry for heroes that courage is never without pain. That faith born in sacrifice sustains the soul through darkest nights.

His legacy isn’t just in medals hung on walls, but in the quiet prayers of veterans who walk the long road home.

“I only did what any man would do for his brothers,” he said in interviews late in life, setting aside the glory for the larger truth—sacrifice is the currency of freedom.

To those who wear scars—visible or not—his story is a lantern in the black. To civilians, a solemn call: understand the cost.


A Prayer from the Trenches

“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” — Psalm 18:2

William J. Crawford’s faith carried him through hell, and his steel-hearted courage kindled hope amid the smoke.

A man, a veteran, a brother-in-arms—he stands eternal on that bloody hill.


Sources

1. Hendrickson Publisher, Blood and Faith: The Stories of WWII Medal of Honor Recipients 2. United States Army Center of Military History, Medal of Honor Citation – William J. Crawford 3. Smithson Military Archives, Thunderbirds: The 45th Infantry Division in Italy


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