Dearest Mother
The early part of our campaign has been a strain. We have endured setbacks at the hands of mercenaries hellbent to discredit our prior achievements.
Alas, we retun to hallowed ground this evening to face a noisy foul adorned in back and red.
Wish us luck.
Dearest Mother
We have traversed West Texas, arriving at the place known as the Six Shooter Capital, on the banks of the Big River.
There is a regiment of fiesty miners from the Franklin Mountains that we will drive back into the catacombs at dusk.
Wish us well.
We have reached the place known as the land of the shining mountains.
In one days time, we seek to extinguish our third feline in a fortnight.
This one will be our most difficult adversary to date.
Wish us well.
Dearest Mother
We have trekked north and entered the Yankee Kingdom known as the Granite State.
Our orders are to quickly ascertain and tame an ill-tempered feline if we are to continue our plight outside the Valley.
Wish us luck.
Dearest Mother
Today, we honor our senior command staff.
A fitting tribute would be to catch and tame an animal that normally remains in enclosures to he viewed by humans.
These hail from the Gateway of the West.
It's time to close the gates.
Dearest Mother
We have returned to the comfort of our home for the stretch run to secure the Valley once more.
We have heard the screech of a feathers airborne threat to our quest.
Our goal is to remove the shine from the golden hue for which they boast.
Dearest Mother
We have been dispatched east, to a land that brags of its ability to flavor meat in a savory way, better than that of the Volunteer state.
They also claim to have pirates ready for battle.
We know the first is false, we'll prove the latter as well.
Dearest Mother
We have met our foe on the banks of the Cumberland.
There is an expectation by our feline opposition that our infantry is not as effective as reported.
Despite our backs against the waters of the Shawanoe, we will gain ground in the fertile Valley.
Dearest Mother
I am continually amazed at the battalions who seek to tangle with us during annual gatherings of their families.
We have left the Prarie State with yet another victory.
Now we rest, in preparation of multiple battles both at home and abroad in the coming weeks
Dearest Mother
Generations of our ancestors have gathered for our annual meeting.
There is a renewed spirit as we are unified in a cause to exact a measure of revenge on a pack of ravenous canines that caused us harm previously.
Wish us well.
Dearest Mother
We have arrived in the land where the fruit is covered with hair, and the screeching wide winged nocturnal bird bids us an obnoxious welcome.
The bird is not used to the light of day. We shall return him to his slumber.
Dearest Mother
The dawn of our campaign is a collection of successes and failures.
But today, we embrace success.
It is time correct our course that leads to the peak of the Valley, a place in which we find comfort.
We will vanquish the furry feline that stands before us.
Dearest Mother
We head south to the settlement called the Pittsburgh of the South in the Yellowhammer State.
We have struggled with canines that hail from British descent throughout the entirety of this discord.
The third time is the charm, and we will do the biting tomorrow.
Dearest Mother
In our third consecutive endeavor, we have, yet again, earned a delicately created article of precious metal that shall adorn on our fingers.
We have worked diligently to accomplish this feat, but we are far from completing our work.
Dearest Mother
We have vanquished many a foe throughout the Valley. Four legged creatures and noisy birds have been swatted away like lowland mosquitoes.
However, there is only one Hawk in this region, and today, the victor will not be confirmed by a game of chance.
Dearest Mother
Last week's setback provides new opportunities.
We arrived on the plateau and made our encampment.
During our morning brief, a squawking feathered creature with a yellowish hue circled above, boasting of its tribal celebration.
We are undeterred.
Dearest Mother
We have made camp on the western end of North Carolina, in an area fed by an aquifer that bubbles when heat is applied.
The obnoxious wailing of canines hailing from Britian echoes through the pines.
This unit was dotted upon in August, not today.