Sep 27 , 2025
He knelt over a shattered cannon, blood dripping from shattered ribs, powder smoke thick in the air. The enemy surged like a dark tide—unyielding, ruthless. But Alonzo Cushing did not falter. He or...
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Sep 26 , 2025
Jacklyn Harold Lucas was thirteen years old when war swallowed him whole. Too young by all measures—too small, too green—but his heart was an inferno. On a Pacific island torn to jagged edges by wa...
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Sep 24 , 2025
He was bleeding out, his arms useless slabs of broken bones, yet Alonzo Cushing kept his artillery battery firing. The air was thick with smoke, the screams of dying men biting into the night. Gett...
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Sep 22 , 2025
Alonzo Cushing gripped his sword arm with bloodied fingers. Shells screamed overhead. The enemy swarmed—waves of rebels closing in on his battery at Cemetery Ridge. For hours, he’d refused to quit,...
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Sep 20 , 2025
Blood seeps through frozen fingertips. The roar never ends. Captain Alonzo Cushing crouched behind his gun, shards of shell and splinters ripping the air. The Battle of Gettysburg had turned Devil’...
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Sep 16 , 2025
Thomas W. Bennett crawled through a hailstorm of bullets. The jungles of Vietnam did not care who he was. He saw blood, screaming, death. Still, he moved — unstoppable, relentless. His hands were s...
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