Dearest Hannah,
It has not been a joyous holiday season as we have suffered devastating defeats from aviators and from an army from Chicago. I shall need the help of my good friend Jack Daniels to get through this Christmas season.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We were crushed by a meteor shower this last eve. I only pray that our constant defeats will lead to us enlisting the highly sought out mercenary Bedard within our ranks. We next prepare to battle General Tortorella and his aviators.
Truly yours,
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
Yet another defeat. This time we were mauled by an army of bears. I pray that whiskey heals both my battle and emotional wounds after yet another defeat on the field of battle.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
Our Florida campaign has been disastrous, we were mauled by wild felines and then suffered heavy casualties in a lightning storm. We hope to regroup as we now have to deal with a bear problem in Boston.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We triumphed over an army of monarchs who marched upon Fort Nationwide after an intense firefight. Sgt. Gaudreau led the charge along with pure shooting with Cpl. Roslovic and more. We celebrate, but also prepare with the upcoming fray with the swamp felines.
- B
Dearest Hannah,
A large blaze broke out at Fort Nationwide, fortunately there was enough water reserved from the tears of Calgary natives that Sgt. Gaudreau is a Union man to extinguish the fire. We now prepare to battle an army of monarchs.
Truly yours,
Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
Once a wise General from the Columbus valley once said, “There's nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.” I must inform you that after last eves fray, my soul is rather clean, but still likely smells of whiskey.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
The land of the ice chickens continue to be unkind to us. We were decimated on the field of battle. Tomorrow we hope to find victory once more against a cavalry unit that rides wild Buffalo.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We fell once more to the swarm of flying red wheels on the field of battle. The men will remove the tread marks from their uniforms and prepare to take the war to the ice chickens. Though his campaign is tedious victory over them would lift our spirits.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We traveled into Canada and were attacked by people with flying war machines. We were able to get our cannons skyward and shot them down in a fiery blaze. We now prepare to battle the flying red wheels.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
My life has turned into a tragic stage act and my sorrows are as deep as the ocean. Perhaps send something stronger than whiskey to the quartermaster to quench my sorrows
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
Island natives from New York bested us on the field of battle. I also received word that we will not travel to hunt sabertooth tigers due to flooding. We instead prepare to battle medieval warriors with armor of gold.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
A group of invading Canadians served us defeat at Fort Nationwide. They had an overwhelming attack at the final stage of battle and forced our retreat. We now prepare to battle island natives from New York.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
The swamp feline menace was not much for our ferocious musket and cannon fire as we forced their retreat. We now prepare to battle a group of invading eastern Canadians that march towards Fort Nationwide.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We were massacred by a swarm of flying red wheels on the eve of yesterday. Both our offensive and defensive positions collapsed under their attack. We now prepare to battle a group of swamp felines from the south.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We defended Fort Nationwide from a group of invading Canadians. Corporal Kurarly led the offensive and forced their retreat. We now are marching north to deal with swarms of flying red wheels.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
My whiskey consumption has lead me to neglect my writing to you. Though we have had victory, we’ve had more injuries. The men have resorted to sacrificing goats to appease the wrath of the gods. There’s not enough whiskey to last this campaign
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
Our celebration was spoiled by the news of injuries to the men particularly Sgt. Werenski. I regret to inform that in anger, I flung my officer’s sword and slayed our pet cat Chester. I weep because I now have a slain pet to add to the list of woes.
- Bradley
Dearest Hannah,
We at last tasted victory again on the field of battle. General Tortorella returned to Fort Nationwide but this time commanding his new army of aviators and we gave them heavy cannon fire. I pray this begins a string of good fortune
- Bradley