Dec 31 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s last command rang out through the smoke-choked fields of Gettysburg, a single defiant voice in a collapsing world. Cannons thudded, men shouted, and death circled like a vulture. B...
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Dec 30 , 2025
The ground shakes beneath thunderous roar. Smoke chokes the air. Men fall, screaming, blood pooling around shattered earth. And through it all, Alonzo Cushing stands—artillery officer, heart hammer...
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Dec 30 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing knelt in a hailstorm of bullets and cannon fire. His left hand crushed by a musket ball. Blood pooled beneath him. Still, he refused to fall back. With a grimace carved from pure gri...
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Dec 27 , 2025
The air tore like cannon fire. Smoke clung to everything—mud, blood, broken men. Amidst that hell, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing gripped the limber chest of Battery A, 4th U.S. Artillery. Wounded, blee...
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Dec 26 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s final stand at Gettysburg was not just a last act of bravery—it was a defiant scream against the dying light of a battle that would shape a nation. Amidst a storm of cannon fire an...
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Dec 25 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing clung to his gun like a dying man clings to hope. Bullets shredded the air; smoke choked the earth around him. His blood mixed with the mud. The Union line was breaking. Yet, he neve...
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