Feb 10 , 2026
William McKinley stood through the storm of cannon fire and musket shot like the last tree clinging to a scorched hill. Blood soaked his uniform, vision blurred, but the colors never fell. In that ...
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Feb 10 , 2026
William McKinley stood firm beneath a blistering cannonade, the roar of rifles ringing in his ears. Smoke clung like a shroud, choking the morning sun. His bayonet gleamed—a beacon in the chaos. Ar...
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Feb 08 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s lanyard as musket balls tore the air around him. Blood dripped from a mortal wound in his hip, yet he never ceased firing. The stars and stripes above the 4th U....
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Feb 06 , 2026
The flag slips from broken hands. But Alfred B. Hilton’s grip won’t let go. Not on that blood-soaked ridge. Not while the Confederates breathe fire all around him. The Battle That Defined Him Fo...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors tight through the smoke and cannon fire. Bullets tore flesh and hopes alike, but his hands clenched the flagstaff with the stubborn ferocity of a man who knew wh...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the flagstaff with a dying hand. Bullets tore through flesh and bone, but the crimson, white, and blue did not fall. Around him, comrades faltered, smoke choked the air, an...
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