Jun 28 , 2026
The roar of cannon fire cleaves the July air. Smoke chokes the line. Men fall around him like wheat in the harvest. But Major Alonzo Cushing remains. Blood seeps from shattered legs, yet his finger...
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Jun 16 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knew the angle of death. The crack of musket and cannon fire was a symphony he gripped like a vice. As Confederate troops surged forward on July 3, 1863, at Gettysburg, he refused to...
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Jun 13 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood his ground amid a hailstorm of lead and iron, his artillery crew faltering under relentless Confederate pressure. Blood seeped through his uniform. His right arm shattered, han...
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May 31 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands trembled—not with fear, but raw grit. Blood dark as the earth stained his uniform, yet his finger never left the lanyard. Bombs dropped like the wrath of heaven, shells screa...
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May 24 , 2026
The air burned with smoke and iron. Blood soaked the green earth beneath a hellish sky. Amidst the thunder of cannon and roar of musket, artillery officer Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his fi...
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May 22 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing manned his cannon at Gettysburg as the world burned around him. Bullets tore the air. Flesh and metal screamed. His legs shattered beneath him, but his grip never faltered. The guns ...
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