May 09 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s last stand wasn’t the clash of rifles or the thunder of cavalry charges. It was the relentless crush of artillery shells tearing through the smoke, the agony of shattered legs, and...
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May 08 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt alone amidst screaming cannon fire, blood pounding in his ears. The sun beat down on Cemetery Ridge. His arm shattered, his leg mangled, he refused to abandon his post. The can...
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May 06 , 2026
Blood burns through the summer haze over Cemetery Ridge. Alonzo Cushing, barely 25 years old and a lieutenant artillery officer, stands over his cannon. Around him, Union lines buckle beneath relen...
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May 05 , 2026
He stood alone behind his cannon, blood seeping through the wounds that should have dropped him cold. Around him, the Battle of Gettysburg boiled with death and chaos. But Alonzo Cushing fired on—s...
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May 04 , 2026
The air was thick with smoke, the roar of cannon fire drowning every prayer. Amid the chaos on Cemetery Ridge, a young artillery officer stood firm, bleeding from multiple wounds. His hands never f...
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May 02 , 2026
Smoke choked the dawn sky. Cannons thundered, smoke blurring reality with hell. Amid the carnage, one young officer refused to quit. Alonzo Cushing, barely 22, stood his ground through the deafenin...
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