May 05 , 2026
He stood alone behind his cannon, blood seeping through the wounds that should have dropped him cold. Around him, the Battle of Gettysburg boiled with death and chaos. But Alonzo Cushing fired on—s...
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Apr 16 , 2026
Blood in the Clay, Cannon Smoke in His Eyes July 3, 1863. The sun scorched Gettysburg’s crimson fields. Union lines buckled under rebel fire. Amidst the chaos, young Lieutenant Alonzo Cushing manne...
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Apr 06 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s lanyard with a soldier’s death grip. Bullets tore through the air like vengeful spirits. Blood mixed with dust in the July heat. His artillery crew fell around h...
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Mar 27 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands never faltered. Even as bullets tore flesh, even as blood gushed from his wounds, he gripped the wheel of his artillery piece. The cacophony of Gettysburg—the screams, the th...
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Mar 22 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his gun, blood blistering through torn uniform, breath ragged but relentless. Shells screamed overhead, the smoke closed like a shroud. His artillery guns roared in defi...
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Mar 21 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood, a lone figure amid the thunder of cannon fire at Gettysburg. His hand grasped the wheel of his battery’s caisson, eyes burning with a wild, deadly focus. Mortally wounded, blo...
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