Mother— The men and I have voyaged with the northernly currents across the pond for Large Feline Hunting in the land of our tax-demanding forebears. We line our pockets with shillings as the jaguar fur pelts have been well bartered. There are heavenly winds in our sails. —CW

Mother— How fares the harvest this autumn? I received parchment at dawn, Pvt. Jayden Daniels had emerged from the mending tent to duel for the Columbian Congressmen. As is customary, the local newspapers speak with both sides of tongue when discussing my journey in this

Mother— In the waning hours of the light, victory was snatched from the tips of our fingers. Darkness is a cruel mistress. In the deepest chambers of your heart, do you hold faith in the hand of divine intervention? Forever yours. –CW

Mother— I place ink to parchment amid a battlefield unlike any other, where men clash with skill and brute force under an unrelenting Arizona desert. Our last hopes rest on studying the tactics of the ‘06 Regiment, that stalwart brigade known for a resolve as unyielding as

Mother— 'Ole Shane Waldron has been sacked from his post in a last recourse to salvage this campaign. Neighbors report his wagons were seen departing Union Station, filled with cheap offensive strategems & warbooks stolen from a nearby grammar school. The seasons turn. —CSW

Mother— Responsibility looms heavy on shoulders of those who take action & inaction. At Sun high, the War Council has decreed a sentence for Matthew Eberflus. The city bells ring in jubilation and the public shouts from their bellows to "Give Flus the Noose!" Truly Yours. —CW

Chicagoans— Scouts report that the man who turned Sheep into Lion will put quill to parchment before Sundown. Benjamin Johnson, known by trusted allies as 'BJ', will head the unit. A challenge to rise beyond the limits of ordinary men. For Chicago. For glory. For honor. —CW

Gen. Johnson— Pay no heed to the sheepish men of Detroit. Not long ago, they received a federal bailout, yet they now preach against the support of their officers. Let us cast our gaze toward the future for there is no pride in those Lions, only the roar of a hollow wind. —CW

Gentle Men & Women of Chicago— I put quill to parchment to inform that Virginia McCaskey, formerly of the Halas lineage, has perished from her heavenly embodiment. Whilst her kinship remains, her departure leaves a void in the fabric of our city. She is with Papa Halas. —CW

Mother— Word has reached the Great Plains that our local clergyman, born on the lands of Fort Dearborn, has risen to be the holiest in the land. There are heavenly winds in our sails. We are living in Biblical times. Godspeed. —CW

Mother— How is the farm? Indeed, it is so that Gen. Johnson dismissed the special operations battalion due to cowardice and fumbled maneuvers. It is a relief to follow a General who steers the post like a man at the helm in storm—unyielding, and blind to favor. With love. —CW

Gen. Johnson— Scribes of the Press do wound me with slanders born of bias & petty intrigue. But steel thine hearts! Fort Dearborn shall withstand the infamous Buffalo Williams. This trial shall echo through every gazette and frontier sheet. Onward in Providence’s name. —CW

Gen. Johnson— I pray my ears deceive for whispers from the Southern Corridor claim the Oilman Jeremiah Jones has bartered his Defense Minister for Wisconsin Dairy stock papers. There must be a mistake in the telegram. I will check the Morse coded-message, at once. Standby. —CW

Chicago's Land— Northern Barbarians, led by the virgin Jeremiah Jethro McCarthy, are attempting a night landing on our shores. Extinguish thy candle flames, that the foe be blinded. Troops! Study thy weapons as holy scripture, for in their steel lies our salvation. Yours. —CW

Major Poles— Though my sidearm be of low merit, the public demand answers for the paucity of quality men in our ranks. I fear thy fortune hath expired & the sands of thy hourglass runneth low. It worries the Union of your inability to draft. This has become inexcusable. —CW

Brethren in Arms— Victory! Jeremiah sent his army of Cowboys in an attack on Soldiers' Field, led by the crossed Matthias of from Eber's Flus. Our cannons rained hellfire on their cavalry, capturing several prisoners including Pvt. Dakota Prescott. A Lamb was sacrificed. —CW

Mother— In the dying moments of our siege of Vegas, our battalion was able to strike whilst the special forces defended every grain of sand. There was smoke of gunfire. Under the scorching Sun, we found an oasis in the desert & tasted the sweet nectar of victory. Yours. —CW

Mother— The whispers are honest, we have prolonged the government shutdown. The men descended by land & sea upon on the shores of the Potomac. Jacob Moody, a newly transacted private proved able under the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Yours in Vengeance. —CW

Old Troy Aikman— I struggle to grasp thy discontent amid our triumphs, yet the tone of thy voice was nigh insufferable. Best you tend to the remnants of your old regiment—cowardice Cowboys—whom we humbled but a fortnight past in glory. I shall cheers thee some Lamb meat. —CW