Mar 30 , 2026
Blood mixing with soil. The boom of cannons that never ceases. A young artillery officer, standing fast amid a storm of death, refusing to let his guns fall silent. That officer was Alonzo Cushing—...
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Mar 29 , 2026
He bled at the foot of Little Round Top, cannon smoke choking the blue sky. Bullets tore flesh and faith, but Alonzo Cushing never let the guns fall silent. With every ragged breath, every shattere...
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Mar 27 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands never faltered. Even as bullets tore flesh, even as blood gushed from his wounds, he gripped the wheel of his artillery piece. The cacophony of Gettysburg—the screams, the th...
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Mar 24 , 2026
The air hung thick with gun smoke and death. Amid the thunder of cannon fire, a young artillery officer bled out on Cemetery Ridge but refused to yield. His gun kept firing—hell-bent on holding the...
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Mar 23 , 2026
# Alonzo Cushing: Last Stand at Gettysburg Light dims behind shattered trees. The roar of artillery is deafening, but the guns still fire. Alonzo Cushing, barely 22, lies bleeding on Cemetery Ridge...
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Mar 22 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his gun, blood blistering through torn uniform, breath ragged but relentless. Shells screamed overhead, the smoke closed like a shroud. His artillery guns roared in defi...
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