Jan 20 , 2026
Bloodied hands clutch cannon reigns—smoke chokes the dawn. The roar of battle swells, yet Alonzo Cushing will not yield. Wounded, staggering, he demands fire. One last salvo, crushing the Confedera...
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Jan 01 , 2026
Explosions tore the sky open. The Union line wavered under brutal pressure. Amid smoke and chaos, Alonzo Cushing stood firm—his limbs shattered—but his eyes burned like fire. The guns must not fall...
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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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