
With her heart in a knot of fear, 28-year-old Alina Petrova stared at her phone as the Ohio dusk cast…

It was the first production jet to fly at twice the speed of sound. The first aircraft to scream past…

My name is Rachel, and I thought the hardest part of my wedding day would be walking down the aisle…

The cold was personal inside the Sullivan mansion, but the Connecticut winter was like a blade. My affluent parents’ demands…

At 03:20 on January 17th, 1945, outside Bastogne, Belgium, a nineteen-year-old farm kid from Nebraska put his boot on a…

Officer Daniel Harper quickly turned to look at the noise coming from the busy terminal at Red Hollow International Airport….

At 10:42 a.m. on December 1st, 1944, Lieutenant Alfred Rose climbed into the turret of an M36 Jackson tank destroyer…

The maid never thought that when she got to her only son’s wedding, the bride would treat her like she…

It’s the morning of the 7th of November, 1944 and twelve P-38 “Lightnings” soar high over Yugoslavia. Leading the flight…

The first rays of dawn touched the fields of San Isidro as I, Amalia Torres, 76 years old and worn…

My name is Victoria, and until three months ago, I believed that family loyalty meant accepting whatever treatment relatives chose…

At 13:47 on August 17th, 1943, Staff Sergeant Benjamin Warner, age twenty-two, sat curled in the ball turret of B-17F…

Emily lived quietly in Ruth’s small apartment above a laundromat for months. She worked part-time and went to night school…

“We don’t need old men like you dragging us down,” she said, flipping her hair as if dismissing eighteen years…

“Ma’am, please step aside with me for a moment.” Officer Mark Daniels had said those words hundreds of times at…

one of the most dramatic dog fights of World War II Bud Anderson and his P-51 Old Crow against a…

At my sister’s wedding, my seven-year-old suddenly squeezed my hand and whispered, “Mom… we need to leave. Right now.” I…

The air at the Idlewood Country Estate carried that distinctive scent of old money—imported flowers, aged champagne, and something else…

At 05:17 on the morning of September 13th, 1943, Private First Class William J. Crawford lay in a shallow scrape…

I was four months into my final deployment when the message came through. It arrived in the dead of night…