Nov 27 , 2025
Blood runs thicker than glory. Alonzo Cushing’s hands shook the earth itself at Gettysburg, locked on his cannon's wheel as bullets tore through the air around him. Mortally wounded, soaked in bloo...
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Nov 26 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his artillery piece in the swirl of Gettysburg’s second day. Exhausted men fell around him under a storm of rebel musket fire. One cannon cracked loose near his ear—anot...
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Nov 24 , 2025
The air thickened with smoke and sweat. Nine guns lined Cemetery Ridge, but as Confederate troops surged, only one man stood unbowed—artillery captain Alonzo Cushing. Wounded again, bleeding from ...
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Nov 23 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s fingers clenched the cold metal of his artillery piece as musket balls and cannon fire ripped through the summer air. Blood pooled at his feet. Every breath was a battle. Yet the g...
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Nov 22 , 2025
When the guns roared on Cemetery Ridge, a young artillery officer gripped his cannon’s wheel, blood seeping through shattered ribs. The enemy surged in relentless waves, but Alonzo Cushing stayed p...
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Nov 21 , 2025
On a hill overlooking the blood-soaked fields of Gettysburg, the guns thundered. Amid the chaos, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing refused to yield. Wounded, bleeding, exhausted—his hands still gripped the...
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