Dec 06 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing’s hands were bloodied and trembling, yet he gripped the wheel of his cannon like a man chained to fate. The roar of musket fire cracked the air over Cemetery Ridge, July 3, 1863, as ...
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Dec 05 , 2025
Blood and smoke choked the air. The roar of cannon fire drowned out the cries of dying men. Amid the chaos, a single voice barked orders. Alonzo Cushing, barely more than a boy, gritted his teeth. ...
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Nov 27 , 2025
Blood and smoke filled the air. Men screamed. The colors wavered, then plunged. Sergeant William McKinley stood at the edge of chaos—a cannonball tore past his head, shattering wood and flesh alike...
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Nov 27 , 2025
Blood runs thicker than glory. Alonzo Cushing’s hands shook the earth itself at Gettysburg, locked on his cannon's wheel as bullets tore through the air around him. Mortally wounded, soaked in bloo...
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Nov 21 , 2025
On a hill overlooking the blood-soaked fields of Gettysburg, the guns thundered. Amid the chaos, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing refused to yield. Wounded, bleeding, exhausted—his hands still gripped the...
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Nov 18 , 2025
Bloodied and breathless, cannon smoke choking the air, Alonzo Cushing knelt amidst a shattered field. His artillery battery pinned beneath a hail of Confederate fire. Bullets bit flesh. Bones ...
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