Mother—
A giant of the North hath fallen.
Gen. Michael Ditka, conqueror of ‘85, led Chicago’s mighty regiment to glory & bestowed upon our city a championship immortal.
His name is etched in the annals of war. His banner shall never fall.
Rest, General. Chicago remembers.
—CW
Mother—
How is the farm? I write to you from the enemy lines of the Steel Curtain.
The Pittsburgh Steel Workers' Union has been broken upon the anvil of our advance. Their hammers lie quiet, their forges cold, their proud line bent to our will.
We shape the steel now.
—CW