Dec 19 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone on a ridge, the world around him chaos. Bullets tore through air, mortar shells slammed earth, and every step forward bled pain. But he held his ground—holding back...
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Dec 19 , 2025
John Basilone stood alone in the hellfire. Machine guns screaming, grenades bursting, men falling. The lines behind him faltered, but he didn’t. He held that thin ridge like a lion cornered—fierce,...
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Dec 19 , 2025
A cannon roared beneath swollen clouds. Blood seeped through Alonzo Cushing’s broken hands, etched by searing pain and iron will. The Union line buckled, but the guns stayed alive. His men were fal...
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Dec 19 , 2025
William Carney felt the lead slice through flesh, searing pain anchoring him to a moment few survive. The Stars and Stripes, torn and stained, gripped tight in his bloodied hand, was more than clot...
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Dec 19 , 2025
They came in waves—relentless and unyielding. The bullets whipped past like angry hornets in a summer storm. But there was Sgt. Maj. Daniel Joseph Daly, standing his ground in the heart of chaos, a...
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Dec 19 , 2025
The flash of the grenade was the last thing Ross McGinnis ever saw. The metal clanged, the world slowed. Then—without hesitating—he threw himself on it. The blast swallowed him whole. Four men behi...
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