Dec 11 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson’s hands shook, the roar of cannonade shaking the earth beneath his feet. The sky above Petersburg, Virginia, was choked with smoke and blood-red fire. Around him, men of the 10t...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood under a hailstorm of musket fire, every step a defiance, every breath a borrowed chance. His regiment faltered, pinned deep in the crucible of war. Amid the smoke and scre...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Robert J. Patterson stood alone on a blood-soaked ridge, the roar of Union and Confederate cannons thundered around him. His regiment was crumbling under relentless Confederate fire. Injured, exhau...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Thomas W. Norris did not hesitate. Enemy fire shredded the air, screams pierced the heat, and men lay wounded—helpless in the kill zone. He moved anyway. Born from Grit and Grace Norris grew up in...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Charles N. DeGlopper stood alone, bullets ripping through the autumn chill. His unit was falling back—one wounded step at a time—while enemy fire pinned them like rats in a trap. Without hesitation...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Bullets snapped the night like broken bones. Darkness swallowed us on October 25, 2007—Korengal Valley, Afghanistan. The enemy struck fast, fierce, close. Salvatore Giunta saw a comrade fall, bleed...
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