Dec 10 , 2025
The smoke choked the air, the earth beneath soaked with blood and ash. Amidst the hail of bullets and cannon fire, Alonzo Cushing stood firm—his hands steady on the artillery piece, refusing to yie...
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Dec 07 , 2025
The air thick with smoke and sweat, the ground shaking under cannon fire—Alonzo Cushing was the storm’s eye. A young artillery officer, ripped open and bleeding out, still commanding his guns at Ge...
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Dec 07 , 2025
The roar of cannon fire churned the air like a storm about to break, yet William McKinley stood fast—weapon firm, eyes burning with grim resolve. Blood painted the trampled soil beneath him, comrad...
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Nov 27 , 2025
Blood runs thicker than glory. Alonzo Cushing’s hands shook the earth itself at Gettysburg, locked on his cannon's wheel as bullets tore through the air around him. Mortally wounded, soaked in bloo...
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Nov 26 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing knelt behind his artillery piece in the swirl of Gettysburg’s second day. Exhausted men fell around him under a storm of rebel musket fire. One cannon cracked loose near his ear—anot...
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Nov 22 , 2025
When the guns roared on Cemetery Ridge, a young artillery officer gripped his cannon’s wheel, blood seeping through shattered ribs. The enemy surged in relentless waves, but Alonzo Cushing stayed p...
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