Dec 15 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas landed on a battlefield soaked in fire and blood before his seventeenth birthday. He was barely out of boyhood, yet the hell around him demanded a man. When two live grenades l...
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Dec 15 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone, his machine gun blazing through a torrent of enemy fire. Around him, Guadalcanal’s jungle roared with the chaos of battle—grenades screaming, bullets ripping—and still, h...
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Dec 15 , 2025
In the chaos of a jungle thick with gunpowder and blood, James E. Robinson Jr. stood alone—pinned down by enemy fire, his platoon’s fate breaking on the razor’s edge. The bullets roared. Men fell. ...
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Dec 15 , 2025
The earth shook under artillery, screams ripped through thick smoke, and somewhere in the inferno stood one man—alone, unmoving, relentless. Corporal Charles N. DeGlopper was that man. His last sta...
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Dec 15 , 2025
Bullets whipped past him like angry hornets. Blood slicked his hands and blinded his eye. But there he stood—unyielding, dragging wounded men from a hellfire trench while enemy grenades exploded le...
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Dec 15 , 2025
William McKinley Lowery stared down the Hell of Pork Chop Hill with nothing left to lose. Blood slicked his hands, eyes burning with pain sharp enough to wrench his soul—yet still he moved forward....
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