Dec 22 , 2025
The cannon thundered like the earth itself was breaking apart. Smoke choked the air. Bullets sang death songs all around. Through the chaos, Alonzo Cushing stood at his lonely battery on Cemetery R...
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Dec 20 , 2025
Even as the cannon roared beneath a sun scorched sky, Alonzo Cushing’s hand never faltered. Blood soaked his uniform. Flesh gave way to bullet and bone. Still, he pulled the lanyard again and again...
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Dec 08 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cold iron of his cannon’s breach as bullets tore through the smoke-choked sky. Blood slicked his hands. Seven wounds tore through his body, but the guns roared on. The gr...
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Sep 29 , 2025
Canon fire roared. The air thick with smoke, muscle trembled and bone cracked beneath relentless assault. Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his artillery piece like it was the last lifeline betwe...
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Sep 25 , 2025
The sky tore open with cannon fire. Smoke choked the July air at Gettysburg, 1863. Amid the chaos, a young artillery captain stood firm on Cemetery Ridge, bleeding through a wound that should have ...
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