May 25 , 2026
They say hell is a crucible. For First Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing, that hell baked in the July sun’s unforgiving glare, deep in the fields of Gettysburg. A young artillery officer, bleeding, broken,...
(0) Comments
May 24 , 2026
The air burned with smoke and iron. Blood soaked the green earth beneath a hellish sky. Amidst the thunder of cannon and roar of musket, artillery officer Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his fi...
(0) Comments
May 23 , 2026
The hellfire never stops. Guns roar and men fall. Amid the storm of Gettysburg on July 3, 1863, a young artillery officer knelt—wounded, bleeding, unmoving but relentless. His hands gripped the whe...
(0) Comments
May 22 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing manned his cannon at Gettysburg as the world burned around him. Bullets tore the air. Flesh and metal screamed. His legs shattered beneath him, but his grip never faltered. The guns ...
(0) Comments
May 21 , 2026
He sat by the guns at Cemetery Ridge, blood pouring from wounds that should have ended him. Bone torn, skin shredded—still he cranked the artillery wheels. Each thunderous blast spit defiance at th...
(0) Comments
May 20 , 2026
The roar of cannon fire swallowed the cries of the dying. Amid the chaos of July 3, 1863, at Gettysburg, First Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing gripped the controls of his artillery battery with hands sli...
(0) Comments