Oct 02 , 2025
The thunder never stopped. Smoke choked the air, mingling with the screams of dying men. Amid the chaos, a young artillery officer stood alone, refusing to let his guns fall silent. Blood poured fr...
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Oct 02 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s wheels as musket balls exploded all around him. Blood soaked his uniform, searing through ribs shattered by a Minié ball. Yet, he refused to silence his gun. Dea...
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Oct 01 , 2025
The air burned thick with smoke and screams. Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s wheel, blood leaking from a shattered leg. Yet he refused to yield. Across the hellscape of Gettysburg, he held the ...
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Oct 01 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing bled out on the blood-soaked fields of Gettysburg, gripping the wheel of a cannon that refused to fall silent. With shattered legs and mortal wounds consuming him, he ordered the fir...
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Sep 30 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s hands bled. The smoke choked the morning. Bullets tore through the air like curses from hell itself. But his cannon roared without faltering. Mortally wounded, he stayed where most...
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Sep 30 , 2025
There was a smoke-choked ridge at Gettysburg where no man should have stood. But Alonzo Cushing, Captain of Battery A, 4th U.S. Artillery, held that line. Despite a torrent of lead tearing through ...
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