Jul 29 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing bled on the crest of Cemetery Ridge, clutching his cannon’s wheel with one hand, the other slipping away in death’s cold grip. His voice hoarse, the roar of musket and cannon fire dr...
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Jul 21 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood amid the roar and smoke at Gettysburg, artillery crackling like the thunder of heaven’s wrath. Wounded. Bleeding. But still gripping the wheel of his cannon. Around him, men fe...
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Jul 12 , 2026
The cannons roared like thunder, blood mixing with sweat, but Alonzo Cushing never flinched. Through smoke and deafening fire, despite two mortal wounds, he refused to surrender his gun’s line at C...
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Jul 07 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing’s hands gripped the cold iron of his cannon. The smoke choked the air. Bullets hummed past, ripping through men and earth alike. The battle’s roar was deafening. Wounded deep, bleedi...
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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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