Nov 20 , 2025
The air tore with fire and screams. Bullets zipped like angry hornets, wreaking havoc on Union lines. Amid the chaos stood Robert J. Patterson, steady as a rock. When his regiment faltered, he didn...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood shoulder-deep in the mud, the crack of rifles thick as thunder around him. His regiment faltered beneath a storm of Confederate fire. Panic clawed at the line, but Patters...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s hands trembled under the weight of hell itself. Smoke choked the air. Around him, the Union line fractured, men fell screaming. The color bearer dropped, and with the standard...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Blood poured like rivers. Men fell screaming, their last gasps silenced by the roar of cannon and muskets. Beneath that hellscape stood Robert J. Patterson—steadfast, unmoving, a living wall agains...
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Nov 20 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood in the smoke-choked valley at Petersburg, Union blue soaked with mud and blood, his regiment staggering under relentless fire. The enemy pressed in, a relentless wall of d...
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Nov 20 , 2025
It was the roar of cannon fire, the brutal crush of muskets, and the desperate cries of wounded men that framed Robert J. Patterson’s world on July 30, 1864. Amid the chaos of the Battle of the Cra...
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