Dec 07 , 2025
William H. Carney gripped that tattered flag with a broken hand. The smoke choked his lungs, but he would not let it touch the ground. No matter the cost—defend the colors. The Boy from Norfolk Bo...
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Nov 27 , 2025
William H. Carney grasped that banner with a grip born of steel and desperate faith. Bullets ripped the air and tore through flesh, but that flag—his mission—would not fall on his watch. Bloodied a...
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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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Nov 11 , 2025
William H. Carney gripped the tattered Union flag with one hand. Bullets tore through the smoke around him. The stars and stripes weighed heavy—more than cloth. It was a symbol. Not just of a natio...
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Nov 11 , 2025
William H. Carney grasped the tattered colors as bullets screamed past his ears. Blood blurred his vision. Every muscle screamed to drop the flag—a symbol heavier than cloth, heavier than life itse...
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Sep 10 , 2025
The flag burned bright, pulsing with life like the hearts of men who would not let it fall. Sgt. William H. Carney clutched the colors of the 54th Massachusetts with one arm, blood seeping through ...
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