@rickygervais hits another homerun with “Armageddon” on @netflix . Every person wanting to whine about what someone said should be forced to watch the “does the dog die” bit before they can post their complaint!
Father-
The campaign in danger of floundering, another Joe rec’d orders to our regiment. Thought by many to be on his last leg, fate had other intentions. This night he led the men to victory over a hated foe. Determination hath returned to deliver hope while my toe mends.
-Joe
Father-
The enterprise struggles in my absence. Scarcely had I come off morphine when I requested another dose, whether for the pain in my foot or my heart I know not which. My body mends with time, tho its passage seems stubborn. Hold the line! I vow I shall return.
-Joe
Father-
Early victories in any campaign are a rarity in these parts. I apologize for not being keen on writing missives at this time and place. I could but esteem this moment as one of my happiest in recent years. Tho not one to toil in spirits, I think I need a drink.
-Joe
Father—
Some good news during the temporary suspension of hostilities. The man who provisions this regiment has invested a healthy bit of coin to retain our finest offensive weapons. This calls for a cigar.
—Joe
Father—
Today we learnt a lesson that should not need taught. Victories in September count just as much as those in January. We now fold our colors and ponder what if and whatnot. Please tell Mother I’m chagrined and coming home. I gave my all; ‘twas not enough this time.
—Joe
Father—
The time you invested learning me how to use a sidearm in the prone position, and indeed the will of Providence, helped secure our third victory in as many weeks. Now comes an even greater battle as I lead this regiment of Tigers against a pony herd. Onward to glory.
—Joe
Father—
I returned from our victory at Fort Jerry World to discover bandits had ransacked my bed chamber. I suspect the enemy sought our battle plans or perhaps my sidearm, which is worth more its weight in gold. I reckon I should post a sentry outside my quarters. I never.
—Joe
Father—
We emerged victorious at Fort Jerry World! Wave after wave of Cowboys swarmed. I stood tall, I scrambled, my neck spun like a wagon wheel, and yet time and again my sidearm found my old friend Chase down the battlefield. Tomorrow, an ice bath. Tonight, we bask.
—Joe
Father—
Our campaign has floundered, our future again in doubt. I believe this is not my fault, though it is my problem. I know not what destiny awaits but I shan’t have you and Mother reading history that dishonors our family. I will use all my powers to make things aright.
—Joe
Father—
I have only time to inform you that we are charging Los Angeles a day early. The commanding general calls it a trip for regimental chemistry. It’s math not chemistry that haunts me. Math says this is a must-win for us to extend our campaign. Pray good fortune.
—Joe
Father—
Tell Mother I gave my all last night but it matters not, we suffered another brutal loss to the birds of Baltimore. My heart hurts. We are on our heels and the time for perfection is upon us. For the next few days, however, please direct my mail to the ice bath.
—Joe
Father—
We were embarrassed. I have remained positive these many weeks but can no longer put lipstick on this pig. We should have whipped hell out of the flock of eagles but it was far otherwise. By heavens, the top brass must make changes. The men deserve better.
—Joe
Father—
I saw in the papers some say we are “winning ugly.”Sometimes I ponder if these naysayers rather we “lose pretty.” I’m of the opinion that looks are superficial. Victory is all that matters. Give me a thimble full of ugly victories over a wagonload of pretty defeats.
—Joe