Feb 06 , 2026
The air was thick with smoke and pain. Cannon fire crashed around the crest of Cemetery Ridge. Lt. Alonzo Cushing gripped the iron bar, his hands slick with blood. A bullet tore through his chest—s...
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Feb 06 , 2026
Blood burns hot, and the earth drinks it deeper every second. July 3, 1863. The roar of cannon fire shakes the world at Gettysburg. Amidst that hellfire, a young artillery officer refused to fall s...
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Feb 05 , 2026
The air was thick with smoke and death. Cannonballs ripped the earth to shreds. Men screamed over the roar of shells. Beneath the blood-soaked soil of Gettysburg, a young artillery officer refused ...
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Feb 05 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands trembled but never faltered. The cannons roared around him, smoke thick like death’s own breath. Blood soaked his uniform. The roar of musket fire drowned prayers and screams...
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Feb 04 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood alone at the crest of Cemetery Ridge—his cannons roaring defiance into a sea of gray, smoke, and death. Blood pumped through gritted teeth. His legs shattered. His arms numb. Y...
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Feb 03 , 2026
At Gettysburg’s sickening roar, a young artillery officer faced death head-on. Alonzo Cushing stood fast. Musket fire tore flesh; cannonballs tore earth and men. His hand collapsed in blood, yet th...
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