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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Aug 20 , 2026
He bled in the mud beneath the gunsmoke. His hands clenched the limber reins, thumb hesitating over the artillery firing lanyard. Wounds shredded his flesh, nerves frayed to a whisper. Yet his voic...
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Aug 20 , 2026
Cannon smoke thick as death’s own breath. Explosions rattling every bone. Through it all, Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing ignored agony ripping through his body. His gun crew shattered, blood pooling ben...
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Aug 19 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing lay in the mud, blood seeping faster than the minutes slipping away. Cannons roared around him like the Judgment Day thunder. His hands, shattered and trembling, fought the wheel of ...
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Aug 16 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s world cracked with thunder one July afternoon. Lead screamed over the fields of Gettysburg, smoke and blood choking the air. Amid the chaos, a young artillery officer lay shattered...
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