Dec 13 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cannon’s wheel with hands slick from sweat and blood. Bullets tore through the roar around him, tearing limbs and hope alike. He would not fall silent. Every round fired ...
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Dec 13 , 2025
The roar of cannon fire swallowed the world. Smoke choked the air. Amid the chaos, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing stood unmoved at his battery, blood seeping through torn flesh, refusing to cease the fi...
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Dec 12 , 2025
He stood alone amid relentless cannon fire, blood pouring from his shattered leg, yet still barking orders to his gunners. The caisson behind him burned, yet he would not falter. Alonzo Cushing die...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Cannon smoke chokes the Georgia air. The ground shakes with artillery blasts. Five guns in battery, manned by blackened faces and shaking hands. Only one man stands steady. Captain Alonzo Cushing, ...
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Dec 11 , 2025
Death doesn’t always come silent. Sometimes it screams through the roar of cannon fire, the clash of steel, and the cries of dying men. July 3, 1863—amid the blood and smoke of Gettysburg, one youn...
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Dec 10 , 2025
The smoke choked the air, the earth beneath soaked with blood and ash. Amidst the hail of bullets and cannon fire, Alonzo Cushing stood firm—his hands steady on the artillery piece, refusing to yie...
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