Dec 30 , 2025
Alfred B. Hilton gripped the colors with hands shredded by ragged battle. Smoke choked the air as bullets tore through the swampy sand outside Fort Wagner. Around him, friends fell silent. Still, h...
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Dec 13 , 2025
Blood-soaked, smoke choking the air—flag slipping from a dying hand. William H. Carney didn’t hesitate. Through a hail of bullets and crashing chaos at Fort Wagner, he seized that sacred emblem, dr...
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Dec 11 , 2025
William H. Carney gripped the tattered colors with bloodied hands. Bullets sang death songs. His uniform soaked in crimson, yet the flag never touched the ground. Never. This was no mere symbol. It...
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Dec 08 , 2025
William H. Carney gripped the flagstaff like his life depended on it—because it did. Blood poured from wounds that could have put him down, yet he stood tall amid the chaos, refusing to let the Sta...
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Nov 20 , 2025
The flag was slipping. A ragged red, white, and blue, soaked with blood and mud, slipping from his grip. William H. Carney caught it, clutching the tattered banner like the life of his regiment, hi...
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