Nov 05 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s blood soaked the soil of Gettysburg, a crimson testament to unyielding duty. Despite cannon fire tearing through his flesh, his hand never left the gun’s lanyard. Death circled clo...
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Nov 05 , 2025
Steel met flesh beneath a starless sky. The enemy surged through the cold French night, but Sgt. Henry Johnson stood alone—wounded, outnumbered, relentless. Bullets tore flesh and bone, yet his rif...
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Nov 05 , 2025
Smoke choked the dawn. Sergeant Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on the edge of the Sauer River, the desperate shriek of shells tearing through the morning stillness. Behind him, his squad fled—bro...
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Nov 05 , 2025
Desmond Doss stood alone on the ridge, bullets screaming past like death itself was breathing down his neck. His hands steady, his eyes locked on the wounded lying in the open. No rifle slung over ...
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Nov 05 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was barely a man, 17 years old—just a boy thrown into hell’s furnace—when he gave every ounce of himself to shield his brothers from death. Two grenades tore through that beach...
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Nov 05 , 2025
Audie Leon Murphy IV stood alone amid the slaughtered wheat fields of Holtzwihr, France, January 26, 1945. Surrounded by the shattered husks of tanks and the groan of wounded men, he clutched a bur...
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