Every day for four months, @mattywordup documented the final days of a beloved Los Angeles nine-holer.
Read the full story on Whitsett in TGJ No. 35: https://t.co/lj0nbeNWGH
Dearest mother,
The Parish Pretenders march toward our Carolinas, yet our regiment stands stout and wellโfed. Hardtack and jerky fill our knapsacks, coffee warms our spirits, and even Possum Pudding graces the fire. With bellies full and sidearms ready, we await the clash.
โBryce
Dearest mother,
Many doubted our cause, yet I held firm. The Cheese Fed Militia fell by final volley, struck true by Artillery Specialist Fitzgerald. Sergeant Dowdle, our full-time lead horse, bore the burden with grace. Our march toward the winter campaign begins.
โBryce