Dec 20 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was seventeen years old when he pulled grenades from the mud and grit and threw himself atop them—twice. His body pressurized the explosions, absorbing death’s blow like a wet ...
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Dec 20 , 2025
Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone atop Hill 605, bloodied but unbowed. His company wiped out, ammunition nearly gone, and his body riddled with wounds, he refused to yield. The enemy swarmed, re...
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Dec 20 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Johnston, a flash of steel against the Pacific dawn. The radios burned with chaos. Five enemy battleships barreled toward a ragtag group of American...
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Dec 20 , 2025
Desmond Thomas Doss lay pinned on the jagged rocks of Okinawa’s Maeda Escarpment, bullets hammering the earth around him. His hands, slick with blood and sweat, gripped the stretcher—no rifle in si...
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Dec 20 , 2025
The air was thick with smoke and death. Bullets ripped past, and men fell like blades of grass under a scythe. Yet there he stood—steady, cold steel in his hands, eyes burning with quiet fury. Sgt....
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Dec 20 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston with eyes blazing through the smoke—enemy cruisers and battleships encircled his destroyer like wolves. No reinforcements. No backup. Just steel ...
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