Nov 20 , 2025
The earth shook with cannon fire. Smoke blotted out the sky. Through the chaos, Alonzo Cushing stood amid shattered artillery limbers, ignoring the flood of blood seeping through his wounds. His me...
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Nov 20 , 2025
The enemy swarmed the ridge. Smoke and fury choked the air. Alonzo Cushing lay shattered among his guns, his blood soaked the ground beneath him, but still, the cannons roared. Even death could not...
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Nov 19 , 2025
Cannons roared through smoke so thick you could taste the fear. Amid the chaos of Gettysburg’s third day, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing stood his ground at Battery A, 4th U.S. Artillery. Wounded three ...
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Nov 18 , 2025
Bloodied and breathless, cannon smoke choking the air, Alonzo Cushing knelt amidst a shattered field. His artillery battery pinned beneath a hail of Confederate fire. Bullets bit flesh. Bones ...
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Nov 17 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his cannon, hands bloody, eyes burning with smoke and fire. The Union line wavered, the Confederate tide swallowing ground like a dark ocean. He gripped his rammer again...
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Nov 15 , 2025
His cannon roared under a storm of musket fire. Blood welled in his chest, but Alonzo Cushing did not falter. The guns had to keep firing. Death was at his shoulder, but the fight demanded every ou...
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