Nov 17 , 2025
The air was thick with smoke and screams. Bullets tore through the hell around him, but William McKinley’s eyes stayed fixed on the enemy’s colors. His regiment wavered—fear clawing at their backs—...
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Nov 12 , 2025
Blood. Smoke. The thunder of cannon fire tearing the July air at Gettysburg. Brevet Lieutenant Colonel Alonzo Cushing sat astride that hell, his slender frame unmoved by the searing pain in his bod...
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Oct 05 , 2025
Blood and powder filled the air. Alonzo Cushing lay pinned beside his gun battery on Cemetery Ridge, the roar of cannon and musket deafening. Wounded through the chest, nearly broken, but still fir...
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Oct 02 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s wheels as musket balls exploded all around him. Blood soaked his uniform, searing through ribs shattered by a Minié ball. Yet, he refused to silence his gun. Dea...
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Oct 01 , 2025
The air burned thick with smoke and screams. Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s wheel, blood leaking from a shattered leg. Yet he refused to yield. Across the hellscape of Gettysburg, he held the ...
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Oct 01 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing bled out on the blood-soaked fields of Gettysburg, gripping the wheel of a cannon that refused to fall silent. With shattered legs and mortal wounds consuming him, he ordered the fir...
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