Feb 19 , 2026
Bloodied hands gripping cold iron, a single cannon roars defiance as the blue lines break and fall. Mortally wounded, Captain Alonzo Cushing keeps that artillery piece firing. The roar does not fad...
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Feb 18 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his battery on Cemetery Ridge, blood pouring from a wound that should have ended him. His hand gripped the lanyard, dragging down the firing cord again and again. The Co...
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Feb 15 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cold iron of his cannon as musket balls whistled past, one after another tearing through the air like death’s own choir. Pain blistered in his chest, but his finger never...
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Feb 14 , 2026
The guns roared. The smoke choked the sky. Amid the thunder of cannon and cries of dying men, a young artillery officer refused to quit. Blood poured from his wounds, yet he remained at his post—st...
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Feb 12 , 2026
The cannon roared beneath a blood-red sky. Amid screams and thunder, Alonzo Cushing gripped the limber chains with broken hands. Wounds opened, pain flared, but still the guns fired. Every shot was...
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Feb 10 , 2026
The guns roared and tears burned behind Alonzo Cushing’s eyes. Blood spilled over his hands as shells kept screaming from his battery atop Cemetery Ridge. The Union line cracked beneath relentless ...
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