Oct 03 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s hands trembled, blood mixing with dirt as cannon smoke thickened the July air at Gettysburg. Wounded three times, he refused the aide’s desperate plea to leave—his battery a linchp...
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Oct 03 , 2025
The night screamed with gunfire and death. Henry Johnson stood alone, bloodied and battered, but unbroken. The cold muck beneath him soaked his uniform; the air was thick with the metallic taste of...
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Oct 03 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was a kid standing between life and death, clutching grenades against his chest to shield men he barely knew. Not a maneuver born in calculations but pure instinct—raw sacrific...
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Oct 03 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was twelve years old when the war swallowed him whole. Twelve years old and already walking into fire. Not with theory or training, but raw guts that left scorch marks deeper t...
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Oct 03 , 2025
The hail of bullets tore through the mist but never his resolve. Sgt. Alvin C. York pressed forward, alone, through the tangled ruins of the Argonne Forest, surrounded by enemy fire, a one-man wrec...
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Oct 03 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was just 17—barely a man—when he became the youngest Marine in history to earn the Medal of Honor. His body absorbed the shock of not one, but two live grenades, saving the liv...
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