May 20 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt amid the thundering roar of Irishtown Ridge, cannon smoke choking the air, blood slick beneath his trembling hands. The Confederate assault crashed like a tidal wave, yet he st...
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May 19 , 2026
Smoke choked the summer air, cannonballs shrieked past, and blood slicked the red clay beneath tired boots. Amid the chaos, a young artillery officer clung to his guns, the sharp taste of iron in h...
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May 18 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood waist-deep in a blood-soaked hell, cannon roaring beneath a storm of bullets and smoke. His legs shattered, torment gripping every breath. Yet the guns stayed firing. Amid chao...
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May 17 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt in the mud beneath a relentless hail of lead and iron. Smoke clawed at the sky, choking out the sun. His fingers trembled as they gripped the wheel of his artillery piece. Bloo...
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May 16 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands never shook. Amid the iron rain, the screams, the smoke curling like sin, he clung to his breach, keeping cannon fire alive through the chaos at Gettysburg. Wounded, bleedi...
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May 15 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands tightened around the artillery lanyard as bullets tore through the air. Blood pooled beneath him, but the guns kept firing. Pain was a distant echo. The enemy could not silen...
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