Already shot in the side, he climbed a 100-foot cliff on D-Day, hunted down five enemy guns the Germans had hidden inland, and destroyed them almost single-handedly with grenades and the butt of his rifle.
Those guns could have killed thousands on the beaches.
A historian called him the most important American on D-Day after Eisenhower.
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Leonard Lomell, known as Bud, was a 24-year-old First Sergeant in Company D of the 2nd Ranger Battalion. He had grown up in New Jersey, worked as a freight train brakeman, and volunteered for the Rangers, the toughest and most demanding unit the Army had.
His battalion was handed one of the most dangerous assignments of the entire invasion.
A few miles west of Omaha Beach stood a cliff called Pointe du Hoc. On top of it, the Germans had built a battery of five massive 155 millimeter coastal guns. From that height, those guns could reach both Omaha and Utah beaches, and the fleet of ships in the Channel between them. If they opened fire on the morning of June 6, they could slaughter thousands of American soldiers as they came ashore.
The Rangers were given a simple, almost suicidal task. Climb the 100-foot cliff, and destroy the guns.
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Everything went wrong from the start.
The landing craft were pushed off course and arrived around 35 minutes late, with the German defenders fully alert and waiting. As Lomell came off his boat, before he had even reached dry land, a machine gun bullet tore into his side.
He kept going.
Wounded, he and his men reached the base of the cliff and began to climb. The Rangers went up hand over hand, using ropes and ladders, while the Germans above them fired down and cut the ropes and threw grenades. Men were hit and fell. But the Rangers kept climbing, and Bud Lomell, bleeding from his wound, hauled himself to the top.
Then came the moment that should have ruined everything. The Rangers fought their way to the gun emplacements they had crossed an ocean and climbed a cliff to destroy.
The guns were not there.
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The Germans had moved them.
Knowing the position was a target, they had pulled the five big guns back and hidden them, leaving telephone poles sticking out of the emplacements to fool Allied aerial reconnaissance into thinking the guns were still in place. From the air, the decoys had worked perfectly.
But the guns had to be somewhere, and they were still a deadly threat. So Lomell and a handful of Rangers pushed inland to find them.
About 1,200 yards from the cliff, down a sunken country lane, Lomell and his platoon sergeant, Jack Kuhn, found them. Five enormous 155 millimeter guns, sitting in an orchard under camouflage netting, fully loaded, aimed directly at Utah Beach. They were ready to fire. And there were dozens of German troops gathered nearby, in a field at the edge of the orchard.
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What Lomell did next is the reason his name should be remembered.
He told Kuhn to cover him. Then, already wounded, he crept forward alone into the orchard, right up to the guns, with enemy soldiers a short distance away.
He had thermite grenades, incendiary devices that burn at a temperature high enough to melt metal. He placed them on the guns and set them off, melting the traversing and elevation mechanisms so the guns could never be aimed or fired again. He smashed the gunsights with the butt of his Thompson submachine gun. Working fast and quietly so the nearby Germans would not realize what was happening, he disabled gun after gun.
When he ran out of grenades, he and Kuhn crept back to their men, gathered up every thermite grenade the other Rangers had, and Lomell went back in a second time to finish the rest.
By the time he was done, all five guns were destroyed. They never fired a single shot at the beaches.
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The Rangers completed their mission before nine o'clock that morning. But the cost was terrible. Of the 225 Rangers who had landed at Pointe du Hoc, only about 90 were still standing by the end of the fighting.
Six months later, in the frozen hell of the Hürtgen Forest, Lomell led the capture and defense of a critical hilltop known as Hill 400, was wounded again, and earned the Silver Star. He finished the war as one of the most decorated Rangers in the Army, with the Distinguished Service Cross, the British Military Medal, and the French Legion of Honor among his decorations.
The historian Stephen Ambrose later wrote that, other than General Eisenhower himself, no single American did more to make D-Day a success than Bud Lomell.
And almost no one knew it. Lomell came home, went to law school, and became a quiet, respected lawyer in New Jersey. He rarely spoke about the war. For years, even his own law partners had no idea that the modest man in the next office had climbed a cliff under fire and saved thousands of lives on the most important day of the 20th century.
This was the story of Bud Lomell.
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Before he was an astronaut. Before he orbited the Earth. Before he was a senator.
He was a Marine fighter pilot so aggressive, so willing to dive into enemy fire to hit his target, that he kept coming home with hundreds of holes in his jet.
His squadron joked he must have a magnet in his backside.
They called him Magnet Ass.
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John Glenn left college after Pearl Harbor and became a Marine aviator, earning his wings in 1943. He flew 59 combat missions in the Pacific during the Second World War, attacking Japanese positions across the islands.
But it was Korea where his reputation as a pilot was made.
In February 1953 he joined Marine Fighter Squadron 311, flying the F9F Panther jet on low-level close air support missions, diving down to hammer enemy positions while every gun on the ground fired back at him. He flew so low and pressed his attacks so hard that he kept coming home with his aircraft riddled by bullets and shrapnel.
His squadron mates joked that he must have a magnet in his rear end, the way he attracted enemy fire. The nickname stuck. Magnet Ass Glenn.
One of his aircraft was later photographed with more than 700 holes torn in it from shrapnel. He flew 63 missions in Korea this way, and kept going back up.
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One of the men who flew on Glenn's wing in Korea was a Marine reservist named Ted Williams, the Boston Red Sox slugger and one of the greatest hitters in the history of baseball, pulled out of his career to fly combat jets.
Williams later said of Glenn, "Absolutely fearless. The best I ever saw. It was an honor to fly with him." The two stayed friends for the rest of their lives.
In the closing weeks of the war, Glenn got himself transferred to an Air Force squadron flying the F-86 Sabre, hunting enemy MiG fighters in the deadly stretch of sky known as MiG Alley. He painted "MiG Mad Marine" on his jet and flew 27 more missions.
In the last nine days of the Korean War, John Glenn shot down three MiG-15s in air-to-air combat. The final kill came less than a week before the guns fell silent.
Across two wars he flew 149 combat missions, earned the Distinguished Flying Cross six times, and was awarded 18 Air Medals.
In 1942, an American shipyard built a 441-foot cargo ship in 4 days, 15 hours, and 29 minutes.
Not started. Not assembled from a kit. Built, from the laying of the keel to sliding into the water.
At the time, German U-boats were sinking Allied ships faster than Britain could replace them.
So America responded by building ships on a scale the enemy could never match.
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In 1941 Britain was being strangled.
German U-boats prowled the Atlantic in packs, sinking the merchant ships that carried the food, fuel, and weapons keeping Britain alive. By 1942 they were sinking ships at a rate that threatened to outpace Allied replacement. If the losses continued, Britain could be starved into surrender.
The United States, even before it entered the war, came up with an answer. It would mass-produce a single, simple, standardized cargo ship in numbers the enemy could never hope to match. The design, based on a British emergency cargo ship, was deliberately basic and cheap, an ungainly, slow vessel that President Roosevelt himself called a dreadful-looking object.
They named the first one the Patrick Henry, after the American revolutionary who said "give me liberty, or give me death." The whole class took its name from that. The Liberty ships.
The first one took 244 days to build. That was about to change dramatically.
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The man who transformed it was Henry Kaiser, an industrialist who had never built a ship in his life before the war.
That turned out to be his advantage. Kaiser did not build ships the way shipbuilders had done it for centuries, one at a time, piece by piece, by skilled craftsmen. He built them the way Henry Ford built cars.
Whole sections of the ship were prefabricated in factories far from the water, sometimes hundreds of miles inland, then shipped by rail to the yard and welded together rather than riveted. The work was broken down into simple steps that could be taught to brand new workers, many of them women and people who had never seen a shipyard before.
The construction time collapsed. From 244 days, to an average of around 42 days, and in some yards far less. By 1943 American yards were delivering an average of about three Liberty ships every single day.
Then they decided to see how fast they could really go.
In 1984, two friends went looking for rumored wrecks at the bottom of a lake near Seattle. They found a forgotten World War Two dive bomber sitting in 150 feet of water.
They raised it themselves. Then the US Navy tried to take it back.
They fought the Navy in court and won.
Forty years later, that aircraft flew again.
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The aircraft was a Curtiss SB2C Helldiver, a United States Navy dive bomber.
It was not a beloved machine. The early Helldivers were so troubled by handling and performance problems that the crews who flew them gave it a bitter nickname. The Beast. Pilots joked that the letters SB2C stood for things far less polite than dive bomber. It was difficult to fly and difficult to land.
This particular Helldiver entered service in the summer of 1944 and was sent to the Seattle area, to Naval Air Station Puget Sound, on the site of what is now a city park.
In January 1945 it was badly damaged in a ground accident. The Navy decided it was not worth the cost to repair. The early model was already being phased out, so the aircraft was simply written off.
What happened to it next is the strange part.
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The Navy turned the damaged Helldiver into a fire training aid.
They doused the aircraft in fuel and set it on fire, over and over, so that crews could practice fighting aircraft fires. When they were finished with it, they dumped the burned-out hulk into Lake Washington, where it sank to the bottom and came to rest in about 150 feet of water.
There it sat, in the cold and the dark, slowly being forgotten. The war ended. The men who had flown Helldivers grew old. The aircraft on the lakebed became a rumor, a story divers told each other about something supposedly resting in the deep water.
For almost 40 years, nobody did anything about it.
Then, in 1984, a 19-year-old named Matt McCauley and his friend Jeff Hummel decided to go looking for it.
In March 2025, the last surviving pilot of the Battle of Britain died at the age of 105.
He had been shot down four times. He survived a burning cockpit, the sea, a parachute that snagged in a tree, and a fall behind enemy lines.
When he died, the last of Churchill's "Few" was gone forever.
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John Allman Hemingway was born in Dublin in 1919. Everyone knew him as Paddy. He joined the Royal Air Force in 1938, and by the time the Second World War broke out he was a fighter pilot with No. 85 Squadron, flying the Hawker Hurricane.
His war began before the Battle of Britain. In May 1940, as the German army smashed through France and the Low Countries, Hemingway flew over the retreating British army as it fell back toward the beaches of Dunkirk. He shot down a German bomber and shared in destroying another, before his own Hurricane was hit by anti-aircraft fire and he was forced down near Maastricht.
His squadron was mauled in the fighting over France. They came home to Britain with only a handful of working aircraft and many of their pilots dead, wounded, or missing.
There was no time to rest. The Germans were already turning their attention across the Channel. Hitler intended to destroy the RAF, win control of the skies, and then invade Britain.
The only thing standing in his way was a few hundred young fighter pilots. Paddy Hemingway was one of them.
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The Battle of Britain began in July 1940. Day after day, German bombers and fighters came across the Channel, and the outnumbered pilots of RAF Fighter Command rose to meet them.
Hemingway's orders were to go for the bombers. His Hurricane carried only about 14 seconds of ammunition in total, so he learned to hold his fire and shoot in short, precise bursts to make every round count.
In a single eight-day stretch in August 1940, he was shot down twice.
On August 18, a day of fighting so intense it became known as The Hardest Day, his Hurricane was hit by return fire from a German bomber he was attacking. He bailed out over the Thames Estuary and came down in the sea, where he was pulled from the water by the crew of a lightship.
Eight days later, on August 26, he was shot down again by a German fighter and bailed out over the marshes of Essex, landing unhurt.
He simply climbed into another Hurricane and kept fighting. That was what the Few did. There was no one else to do it.
He named nearly every fighter he ever flew "Old Crow."
In it he flew 116 missions over Germany, shot down more than 16 enemy aircraft, and was never hit by enemy aircraft fire, while half the men he flew with were killed or captured.
Eighty years later, two P-51 Mustangs bearing that same name flew over his grave.
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Clarence Emil Anderson was born in 1922 and grew up on a farm near Sacramento, California. Everyone called him Bud.
As a boy he watched aircraft fly over his father's fields and fell in love with flying. He earned his pilot's license while he was still a teenager. Then, just after the attack on Pearl Harbor, he joined the Army Air Corps as an aviation cadet and won his wings before the end of 1942.
He was assigned to a brand new unit, the 357th Fighter Group, which would become known as the Yoxford Boys. They were the first group in the Eighth Air Force to fly the new P-51 Mustang, and their job was one of the most dangerous in the air war. They escorted American bombers deep into Germany and back, fighting the Luftwaffe the entire way.
Anderson named his Mustang Old Crow. He liked to say it was partly after the bourbon, and partly because the crow is one of the smartest birds in the sky.
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Anderson turned out to be a natural fighter pilot.
He flew his first combat missions in early 1944. By the end of May he was an ace, with five enemy aircraft shot down. In a single mission over Germany in June 1944 he shot down three German fighters. By the time he was done he had been credited with 16 and a quarter aerial victories, most of them Focke-Wulf 190s, making him one of the top aces in his group and a triple ace.
He always said his real secret was his eyesight. He could spot enemy aircraft far away, before they spotted him, which let him decide when and how the fight would happen.
He flew two full combat tours. 116 missions. Around 480 hours of combat flying. Through all of it, across battles that sometimes involved hundreds of aircraft twisting through the sky at once, Old Crow was never once hit by fire from an enemy plane, and Anderson never turned back early from a single mission.
That kind of survival was almost unheard of. In his own squadron, half of the original pilots were killed or taken prisoner. Some of them were his closest friends.
In 1942 a Black mess attendant saved 15 shipmates by towing them through shark-infested water for eight hours.
The Navy gave him a letter, and the country forgot him.
He died at 37, worn down by a war that never let go of him.
Eighty years later, the Navy named a warship after him.
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Charles Jackson French was born in 1919 in Foreman, Arkansas. His parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his older sister Viola in Omaha, Nebraska.
As a boy in the segregated South, he was barred from the whites-only swimming pools. So he learned to swim in the Red River. It was a skill that would one day save 15 lives.
At 18 he enlisted in the United States Navy. It was 1937, and the Navy, like almost everything else in America at the time, was segregated. At the time, the Navy severely restricted Black sailors to the Steward's Branch and related service roles. French served as a mess attendant, cooking, cleaning, and serving meals to white officers.
He finished his first enlistment and left the Navy in late 1941. Then, just days after the attack on Pearl Harbor, Charles French walked into a recruiting office and signed up again.
He was sent to the Pacific.
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In the early hours of September 5 1942, French was aboard the USS Gregory, a lightly armed high-speed transport, patrolling the black water between Savo Island and Guadalcanal.
In the darkness a US aircraft accidentally dropped a flare that lit up the Gregory and her sister ship like targets on a stage. Three Japanese destroyers opened fire. The Gregory was hit again and again and sank within minutes.
The survivors were thrown into the open ocean. Many were badly wounded. Sharks moved through the water around them, and a Japanese-held island lay nearby where capture would likely mean death.
French was one of the few men who was uninjured. He helped gather 15 wounded shipmates onto a raft. But the current was slowly dragging them toward the enemy shore.
So French made a decision that should have been impossible.
He tied a rope from the raft around his own waist, slipped into the shark-infested water, and began to swim, pulling all 15 men behind him.