Jan 08 , 2026
Dust choked the air. Musket smoke stung every breath. The world was hell-bent on collapse that day — and Robert J. Patterson stood square in the eye of the storm. With Confederate fire ripping apar...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s hands shook, blood slick on his rifle, as the Confederate fire raked across the hillside. Around him, men fell screaming—young boys carved by lead and smoke. The Union line wa...
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Nov 04 , 2025
He stood alone amid the shattered ranks, smoke choking the dawn, blood slick beneath his boots. The Union line bent, crumbling under fire—but William McKinley did not falter. His rifle cracked like...
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