Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the flagstaff tighter with bloodied hands as the roar of Fort Wagner’s guns shook the battlefield. Twice wounded and staggering, he refused to let the colors fall. His life...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Blood burns in his hands. The banner slips but doesn’t fall. Alfred B. Hilton, flag bearer of the 4th U.S. Colored Infantry, grips that star-spangled standard like it carried the weight of every br...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the flagpole with a dying strength that defied fate. Around him, chaos churned, fires roared, and brother soldiers faltered. The enemy pressed hard, carving through Union r...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors like a man possessed. The roar of Fort Wagner was hellfire around him. His hands slick with sweat and blood, his chest pierced—but he did not drop the flag. Ever...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped that flagstaff with hands bloodied and trembling—his last breath a prayer and a promise. Around him, chaos roared, but the colors did not fall. The battle was lost, but the...
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Dec 30 , 2025
The flag waved like a beacon through smoke and blood. Alfred B. Hilton gripped that pole with broken hands, staggering through the chaos at Fort Wagner. The enemy’s bullets tore him down, but still...
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