Jul 07 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands gripped the cold iron of his cannon. The smoke choked the air. Bullets hummed past, ripping through men and earth alike. The battle’s roar was deafening. Wounded deep, bleedi...
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Jun 28 , 2026
The roar of cannon fire cleaves the July air. Smoke chokes the line. Men fall around him like wheat in the harvest. But Major Alonzo Cushing remains. Blood seeps from shattered legs, yet his finger...
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Jun 16 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knew the angle of death. The crack of musket and cannon fire was a symphony he gripped like a vice. As Confederate troops surged forward on July 3, 1863, at Gettysburg, he refused to...
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May 22 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing manned his cannon at Gettysburg as the world burned around him. Bullets tore the air. Flesh and metal screamed. His legs shattered beneath him, but his grip never faltered. The guns ...
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May 20 , 2026
Alfred B. Hilton stood in the maelstrom of Fort Wagner, the air thick with gunpowder and death. Amidst the shrieks and chaos, he gripped the battered colors with fractured hands, the stars and stri...
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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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