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Brian Cushing - a "descendant" of one of the Cushing brothers according to Wikipedia (sheer laziness). But which one?
Walter (died in 1840 at age one, so likely not him); Alonzo (killed at Gettysburg; not him), Howard (Custer of the West; killed in the Indian Wars 1871; seems unmarried so not him); Milton who no one cares about because he was just a paymaster (and apparently had no children?); and William B. Cushing (had two daughters, so that seems to be the linkage) .
However, all the stories concentrate on his "great great uncle Alonzo" just because he won the Medal of Honor for dying. If it were me, I'd rather boast about WB ..... despite Meade's Spurious Secret Letter, January 17 1865, part of which goes like this (speaking of the second attack on Fort Fisher):
Terry's lengthy telegraph, which I happened to glance at today on Grant's desk during his absence, will materially injure Cushing's reputation. I must confess that Terry spoke fulsomely of him in every particular except two. First, Cushing failed to rally his sailors who scuttled all the way back to the shoreline, despite the availability of breastworks they had themselves constructed. Second, the storied hero of the Albemarle remained on the beach for hours nursing wounded men and complaining of back trouble. He was challenged by an officer of infantry and thereupon made great demonstrations of gathering sailors for a final desperate assault, but the sight of our flag erected over the fallen works by the Army relieved him of this expedient.
Cushing's position as darling of the newspapers and of Mr. Lincoln will no doubt result in the suppression of that report. It is mere repetition of the Albemarle, where he had two killed, all the rest taken prisoner and himself the only one who returned from the expedition with news of his tremendous skill and bravery. I say no more but conclusions may be drawn. Upon crushing Lee in Pennsylvania, had I stood alone on the cemetery heights with the loss of 100% of my force, the talk would all be of Committees and not commendations.