Feb 19 , 2026
William McKinley stood under a raking fire at Missionary Ridge, dirt choking his lungs and powder blackening his face. Around him, the Union line faltered—but he didn’t. His rifle cracked again, ev...
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Feb 18 , 2026
William McKinley stood dead center in a hailstorm of musket fire, smoke choking the air, his uniform torn and bloodied. The enemy pressed closer, relentless and cruel. But McKinley's grip on his ri...
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Feb 11 , 2026
Blood and iron meet at Chancellorsville. The roar drowns out reason, but not courage. William McKinley grips his rifle tighter—another man down. The lines are bleeding, but he won’t fall. Not today...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors in his bloodied hands as chaos swirled around Fort Wagner. Cannon fire thundered. Men fell like trees. Yet there he stood—unbroken, the Union flag raised high, r...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors with one final act of defiance. Blood and chaos blurred around him. The flag staff pierced his flesh, but he held it high. A black soldier—carrying Old Glory thr...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped that tattered flagpole like his life depended on it. Because it did. Blood seeped through his fingers, his leg shattered beneath him, but the banner never faltered. Amid th...
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