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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Mar 11 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cold cannon ramrod as enemy fire shattered the air around him. Wounded, blood pouring, deafened by thunder and screams, he kept his guns firing. When every man fled or fe...
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Mar 08 , 2026
Robert J. Patterson stood ankle-deep in mud, musket trembling in his hands, smoke choking his lungs. Around him, men fell silent. The Confederate volley tore through his regiment’s line like a razo...
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Feb 19 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing stood at his gun as chaos tore through the fields of Gettysburg. Blood oozed down his arms; his leg shattered beneath him, yet still, he barked orders to his men. The weight of artil...
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Feb 16 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped his cannon’s lever as bullets tore the air around his artillery pit. Blood streaming from shattered ribs, shaken but unyielding, he refused to fall back. The guns must keep f...
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Feb 11 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing was the storm at Gettysburg’s center, a young artillery officer who refused to lower his gun. As Union lines faltered and cannons thundered around him, he stood tall—wounded, bleedin...
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