Feb 26 , 2026
Blood pumping. Smoke choking the air. Cannon roaring beneath my hands—one shot, two, a third—while the world around me fractures. Alonzo Cushing did not quit. Not when thousands charged. Not when b...
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Feb 21 , 2026
The roar of cannons ripped through the summer air, smoke choking the fields, men screaming into the chaos. Amidst that hell, a young artillery officer gripped the wheels of his gun carriage. A bull...
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Feb 13 , 2026
The roar of cannon fire swallowed the valley. Smoke choked the morning sun. Men fell, screaming in tangled wreckage of iron and blood—but Battery A stood defiantly, its guns roaring salvation. Amid...
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Feb 08 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s lanyard as musket balls tore the air around him. Blood dripped from a mortal wound in his hip, yet he never ceased firing. The stars and stripes above the 4th U....
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Feb 07 , 2026
Blood seeps through frozen soil. Cannons roar as the Union line holds fast. Still, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing grips his gun crew’s fate with trembling hands—wounds deep, life slipping, but never the...
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Jan 28 , 2026
He lay in the mud, bleeding from wounds that should have ended him. Around him, Confederate fire poured like hell itself unleashed. But still, Captain Alonzo Cushing refused to quit. His hands grip...
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