Feb 06 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the flagstaff with his last ounce of strength, blood making the cloth heavy and sodden. Bullets whipped past like angry hornets, tearing flesh and burying comrades in mud a...
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Jan 17 , 2026
The smoke chokes the dawn. Cannon roar shakes the earth beneath his feet. Alfred B. Hilton clutches the stars and stripes, the American flag crashing like thunder across his battered shoulders. Bul...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors like they were the last tether to life itself. Bullets sliced the humid Charleston air. Smoke hung thick, choking off the sun. His hands bloodied, legs buckling ...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Smoke chokes the air, shreds of flag caught in the cold wind. Men fall in heaps. Shouts drown in the blast and whistle of musket fire. Somewhere to my left, a brother’s voice screams. But we keep m...
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Nov 03 , 2025
Gun smoke choked the dawn. Men fell like grain before the reaper. Amid the chaos, one figure moved with a fierce, steady purpose—Sergeant William McKinley, wielding courage like a blade. He wasn’t ...
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