Dec 19 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s hands trembled for a moment—then gripped the tattered flag tighter. Bullets whipped past like angry hornets, blood soaked the earth at his feet. The regiment’s line broke. Cha...
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Dec 19 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood knee-deep in mud and blood, the roar of cannon fire tearing through the fog. His regiment faltered, pinned down under a relentless hailstorm of Confederate bullets. Withou...
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Dec 18 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing stood alone on Cemetery Ridge, the roar of cannon fire never ceasing around him. Smoke choked the air, and every nerve screamed, but he fired through the pain. One wound after anothe...
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Dec 12 , 2025
He stood alone amid relentless cannon fire, blood pouring from his shattered leg, yet still barking orders to his gunners. The caisson behind him burned, yet he would not falter. Alonzo Cushing die...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s name is etched in fire and blood—etched where men fell screaming, where courage was not optional. The roar of musket and artillery drowned out every doubt. Amid that chaos, Pa...
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Dec 10 , 2025
The smoke choked the air, the earth beneath soaked with blood and ash. Amidst the hail of bullets and cannon fire, Alonzo Cushing stood firm—his hands steady on the artillery piece, refusing to yie...
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