Oct 31 , 2025
He bled for every inch of ground, every heartbeat counted in that hellfire. Alonzo Cushing died firing his cannon at Gettysburg, broken but unyielding—an artillery officer who held the line beneath...
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Oct 30 , 2025
Blood. Mud. Thunder. The last scream of a cannon cut the morning smoke on Cemetery Ridge. There, amid the Hell of Gettysburg’s third day, Alonzo Cushing held his ground. His artillery crew shattere...
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Oct 29 , 2025
The ground shook beneath relentless cannonade. Smoke choked the air, blood slicked the earth. Amid shattered limbs and falling comrades, a young artillery officer knelt, gripping the wheel of a wou...
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Oct 22 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing stood alone, blood pouring from his chest, yet he never quieted his guns. The rebel tide crashed over Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg. Amid cries, smoke, and chaos, his artillery still ...
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Oct 22 , 2025
The roar of cannonfire filled the July air. Amid the smoke and chaos, a single voice bellowed orders—undaunted. Blood poured from his wounds. Fingers numb and twitching, he refused to yield. He was...
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Oct 09 , 2025
The cannon roared. Smoke choked the air. Bloodied hands gripped the wheel, tightening on the wheel even as ribs shattered like dry twigs beneath the blow. Alonzo Cushing would not fall silent. Not ...
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