Nov 27 , 2025
William McKinley stood in the gun smoke and bloodied earth, the roar of musket fire drowning every other sound. Around him, chaos reigned; men fell like chopped timber. Yet, there he was—steadfast,...
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Nov 24 , 2025
The air thickened with smoke and sweat. Nine guns lined Cemetery Ridge, but as Confederate troops surged, only one man stood unbowed—artillery captain Alonzo Cushing. Wounded again, bleeding from ...
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Nov 22 , 2025
He stood alone, under cannon fire and fleeing men, grasping the flag that had fallen at Gettysburg’s fiercest point. Bloodied hands clenched that banner. Surrender was never an option. William McKi...
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Nov 22 , 2025
Blood and fire choked the frozen morning air. William McKinley’s rifle cracked with steady purpose amid the chaos. The thud of falling men and the roar of cannon were the drumbeat to his relentless...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood firm beneath a rain of lead and smoke, the roar of artillery drowning comrades’ cries. His regiment faltered—shattered, pinned. But there he was, raising a battered flag, ...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s boots sank deep in the mud at Petersburg’s front line. Smoke choked the air like a funeral shroud. His regiment was pinned down, headers cracking, men falling like wheat under...
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