Jul 20 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the cold metal of his cannon’s breech as bullets tore the air. Blood soaked his uniform, but the guns kept roaring. Around him, men fell. The earth shook, smoke blinded. Yet,...
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Jul 19 , 2026
The sky cracked open with cannon fire. Smoke choked the air. Amid the chaos, a young artillery officer gripped the wheel of his gun carriage. Blood seeped through his uniform—he was shot through th...
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Jul 18 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing bled artillery fire through the chaos of Pickett’s Charge, the heart of Gettysburg ablaze with death and thunder. His guns roared under his command, each cannonball ripping open the ...
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Jul 10 , 2026
Alonzo Cushing gripped the wheel of his cannon, bones crushed, blood soaking his uniform, the enemy pressing hard from all sides. His voice cracked through the smoke: “Keep firing.” Every shot, a p...
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Jul 05 , 2026
The cannon roared just feet from his bloodied hands. Alonzo Cushing, barely twenty years old, refused to yield. Wounds tore flesh and bone as bullets and shells shredded the ground around Battery A...
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Jun 26 , 2026
The sky tore open with cannon fire and screams. Amid the hail of bullets and bursting shells, a young artillery officer stood his ground. Blood pooled beneath him, but he kept firing. Alonzo Cushin...
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