Jan 31 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing never flinched as death tore through his veins. The roar of cannon fire churned the Pennsylvania air, shrouded in smoke and desperation. His hands gripped the brass of his artillery ...
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Jan 30 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cannon’s limber for dear life, blood painting his uniform crimson. His left arm shattered. Bone torn. Yet, from the mud and smoke of Cemetery Ridge, he barked orders like...
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Jan 28 , 2026
He lay in the mud, bleeding from wounds that should have ended him. Around him, Confederate fire poured like hell itself unleashed. But still, Captain Alonzo Cushing refused to quit. His hands grip...
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Jan 28 , 2026
The smoke chokes the air. Cannon fire rips earth apart. Amid the chaos, one man stands steady—blood spilling from his shattered chest, fingers trembling but never releasing the lanyard that fires t...
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Jan 27 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood alone in that hellish hail of iron and smoke, his cannon belching fury while his blood streamed down the hill. Wounded through the chest, his fingers gripped the ramrod like li...
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Jan 26 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing fought with his last breath clinging to a shattered cannon. Blood roared in his ears, every inch of him wracked with mortal wounds. Yet through the smoke and carnage of Gettysburg’s ...
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