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Desmond Doss stood alone on that ridge in Okinawa, a battlefield soaked in blood and smoke. Enemy...
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The night air tore with machine-gun fire. Dead bodies draped the ridge like grim trophies. Privat...
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The roar of gunfire swallowed the night. Men fell like rain before him. Yet Sgt. Maj. Daniel Jose...
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Barely sixteen, blood thick on his palms, Jacklyn Harold Lucas plunged into hell. Two live grenad...
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Blood, mud, and chaos choked the air. Men were falling all around. But there stood Sergeant Major...
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John A. Chapman fought in the deadliest silence: the frozen mountains of Afghanistan, bloodied by...
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John Chapman’s last stand was carved into the jagged cliffs of Takur Ghar, Afghanistan. Darkness ...
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John Chapman’s name burns into the air above Takur Ghar. The snow bites deep on that ridge in Afg...
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In the bitter cold of Takur Ghar, a storm of bullets and fire tore through the night. John A. Cha...
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Robert H. Jenkins Jr. carried the weight of war on his shoulders long before his final act of sac...
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The sharp crack of gunfire. The blood-choked cries of brothers down. Then the hiss of a grenade s...
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The hiss of a grenade in the thick jungle air. Time narrows. Faces frozen—comrades caught in the ...
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Robert H. Jenkins Jr. heard the grenade before he saw it. A cold, spinning death hurtling through...
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Fire rained down. A grenade landed in the midst of our squad—red hot seconds ticking, hell’s brea...
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Robert H. Jenkins Jr. didn’t hesitate. He heard the grenade skidding across the dirt, saw the pan...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was seventeen years old when he threw himself on two grenades, shielding his...
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Thomas W. Norris moved through hell that day in Quang Nam Province. Smoke choked the air. Bullets...
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There are moments when the ground shakes and the air fills with death—a soldier stands alone in t...
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James E. Robinson Jr. stood in the choking smoke of a shattered French village, bullets ripping p...
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He was barely seventeen. Barely a boy with a Marine’s uniform too big on his frame. But on Iwo Ji...
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Sgt. Major Daniel Joseph Daly stood knee-deep in chaos, rifle in hand, face smeared with grime an...
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James E. Robinson Jr. stood alone at the cusp of a cratered ridge, bullets tearing past like angr...
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John Basilone stood alone on that ragged ridge line—crippled machine gun belching death—while the...
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Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood alone amid a merciless sea of fire and enemy soldiers. Twice wound...
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Ernest E. Evans stood alone in the eye of a maelstrom, his ship battered, surrounded, his orders ...
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Blood slicks the dirt beneath his boots. A lone Marine, rifle spent, facing down a tide of enemie...
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His body hit the dirt before the grenades could tear through flesh and bone. A 17-year-old boy, b...
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Blood runs like the rain on July 3, 1863. Cannons scream, dirt airborne like fireflies in the dus...
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Sgt. Henry Johnson’s night was soaked in blood and bullets—a lone sentinel against death’s shadow...
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Exploding shells. Screams ripping the night. Somewhere in Normandy’s ghostly fields, a lone soldi...
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Desmond Doss lay under a hail of bullets and mangled bodies, refusing to raise a weapon. Around h...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was 17 when he went to hell and back—barefoot, armed only with grit and a re...
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The roar of artillery ripped through the night, but Audie Murphy stood alone—his back against a b...
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Sgt. Henry Johnson stood alone in the dead of night, blood pouring, rifle cracked, enemy howling ...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was no ordinary boy. Barely seventeen when war knocked at his door, he carri...
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Edward R. Schowalter Jr. stood against the dark abyss of a Korean mountain, bloodied but unbroken...
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Ernest Edmund Evans stood alone against a tidal wave of steel and fire. His ship, USS Johnston, a...
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They say courage demands a weapon, a fist clenched tight, ready to strike. Desmond Thomas Doss ca...
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The air hung heavy with smoke and death. Friends lay twisted in the mud. Bullets screamed like ba...
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The horizon burned with fire. Enemy cruisers loomed like dark gods of death—six ships against one...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was a boy with fire in his gut and courage carved straight from the marrow. ...
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John Basilone stood alone at the perimeter. The jungle choking him from every side, enemy fire ri...
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Shotgun blasts tore through the cold morning air as James E. Robinson Jr. charged into the infern...
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John Basilone stood alone behind a thin strip of sand. Bullets tore through the night, explosions...
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He was a captain standing alone against the tide. His men outnumbered, bullets tearing the air, b...
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Ernest E. Evans gripped the wheel of his destroyer, USS Johnston, as shells screamed overhead. Th...
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A wall of fire swallowed the earth beneath his feet. Bullets whistled past, ripping flesh from bo...
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Jacklyn Harold Lucas was not old enough to shave but old enough to stand between death and his br...
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Bloodied hands clutch cannon reigns—smoke chokes the dawn. The roar of battle swells, yet Alonzo ...
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Blood and mud. Darkness. The stench of death and the racket of machine guns slicing the cold nigh...
