Jul 02 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing bled out in the dust of Little Round Top. Not a single artillery gun stopped firing under his command. His grip never faltered. The enemy swarmed like a storm, but Cushing’s six cann...
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Jun 30 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing was a man who stood alone on a ridge of death, bleeding through fractured bones and shattered flesh, gripping the cannon’s reins with hands slick from his own blood. The roar of arti...
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Jun 27 , 2026
Blood dripped from his shattered arm. The cannons roared through smoke and steel. Still, he gripped the wheel of his gun carriage. No retreat, no surrender—only fire, fury, and faith. The Battle T...
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Jun 18 , 2026
The sun sweltered above Cemetery Ridge on July 3, 1863, but Alonzo Cushing felt only the chill of death creeping closer. His right arm shattered, bleeding out in the mud and smoke, he refused to si...
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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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