Oct 08 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was 14 years old when he stepped onto the deck of a troop ship bound for World War II’s fiercest battle. He lied about his age. He wanted in. The sky over Iwo Jima was a hellfi...
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Oct 08 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his artillery piece at Gettysburg, smoke choking the air, hot lead biting into flesh. Wounded three times, blood soaked through his uniform, his fingers clenched...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Robert E. Femoyer’s voice cracked through the static, soaked in blood but unyielding. Each word a lifeline, each breath a battle against death. Behind enemy lines, his B-17 crippled, his body shatt...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Robert E. Femoyer’s voice cracked through the static cracks of a dying B-17. Blood stained his uniform, veins bursting beneath the weight of mortal wounds. Still, he whispered coordinates, guiding ...
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Oct 07 , 2025
He was dying, wounded deep beneath the roar of enemy flak and damaged planes. Still, he clawed into that radio, every breath a prayer—sending back vital coordinates that saved an entire bomber form...
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Oct 07 , 2025
Machine gun fire ripped through the woods like thunder. Fatigue gnawed at every muscle in Henry Johnson’s body, but the enemy was closing in — shadows creeping, rifle butts swinging. They came for ...
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