Jun 12 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s blood soaked the soil at Gettysburg. Twelve cannon roared under his command, a thunderous hailstorm cutting through Confederate lines. Shells ripped the air, but he stayed upright—...
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Jun 06 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cold barrel of his cannon as Confederate fire ripped through the field. Blood was seeping freely from a wound churning his guts. But the guns did not fall silent. Not whi...
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May 31 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing bled on the rocky slopes of Cemetery Ridge, artillery barrels roaring under a hailstorm of Confederate fire. Wounded, unstoppable, he stayed locked behind his gun. Shot through the l...
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May 25 , 2026
They say hell is a crucible. For First Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing, that hell baked in the July sun’s unforgiving glare, deep in the fields of Gettysburg. A young artillery officer, bleeding, broken,...
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May 23 , 2026
The hellfire never stops. Guns roar and men fall. Amid the storm of Gettysburg on July 3, 1863, a young artillery officer knelt—wounded, bleeding, unmoving but relentless. His hands gripped the whe...
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May 20 , 2026
The roar of cannon fire swallowed the cries of the dying. Amid the chaos of July 3, 1863, at Gettysburg, First Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing gripped the controls of his artillery battery with hands sli...
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