Sep 03 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s blood stained the soil of Gettysburg. Artillery blazing. Crushed ribs and shattered flesh yet still— still firing. The thunder of cannon, the screams of dying men, and there he...
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Sep 01 , 2026
The air was thick with smoke and death. The thunder of cannonballs tore the earth as Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his artillery piece at Cemetery Ridge. Blood pooled beneath him. ...
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Aug 30 , 2026
He lay against a battered cannon, the world bleeding around him, bullets sparking in a hailstorm of death. His right arm shattered, his body torn, yet Alonzo Cushing kept that gun firing. No surren...
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Aug 29 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood drenched in sweat and blood at the edge of Cemetery Ridge. The roar of cannon and rifle fire never ceased. His artillery battery shattered the Confederate lines time and again,...
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Aug 26 , 2026
Blood mixes with thunder. Cannon roars drown out every scream but one: the relentless pounding inside Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing’s chest. Seven wounds. His hands shake, but his guns? They don’t stop...
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Aug 21 , 2026
He stood alone amid the chaos—cannon smoke choking the sky, bullets humming past like angry hornets. Wounded through the stomach, arms, and legs, Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his cannon. The...
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