Dearest mother —
I have safely arrived at Camp to begin basic training. Betwixt counting birds during the day and stars at night, the journey felt short. My sidearm is polished. My uniform is crisp. My neckbeard: full. The new campaign has officially begun. Exhilarated.
— Andrew
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Dearest mother —
The week of carousing has concluded. We must get back to fighting form as a group of Jungle Cat men seek battle and are on their way. Our men are in good spirits. Victory agrees with them, so we shall seek another. Please inform the hogs I am well.
— Andrew
Dearest mother —
Vexation washes over me. While it was another tough battle, the unit was defeated by the Aircraft men. Our maneuvers were not crisp. I fired multiple ricochets from my sidearm. Yet, brewing over frustrations will accomplish little. We must press onward.
— Andrew
Dearest mother —
We were bested by Capt. Brady, the behemoth known simply as Gronk and the rest of the Patriot men. My sidearm was true, my sight tremendous. Largely, we gave as good as we got in the exchange of fire. But, alas, the battle plan fell through. Now, onward.
— Andrew