Capt. Carl Langley

Dearest Mother- In a spectacular display of blood and guts, BG Lauffer took an errant cannon shot to the cranium while leading field exercises for our special forces. Please send some of your special fermented possum milk. It is an elixir for a wounded heart and head. -Carl

Dearest Mother- We are set to do battle on the night before All Hallows’ Eve against an old foe, the Cat Men of Barry County. I hope a few tricks may sway us favor and extend the campaign. Please send Dr. Roberston’s Marmot Oil for cuts and scrapes. -Carl

Dearest Mother— We fought valiantly against the Blue Tiger Men, our guns sang sweet music till the ammo wagon ran dry. The senior enlisted held fast with grit and tenacity. Though beaten, our campaign endures. Please send more bullets—and candied possum tails. - Carl

Dearest Mother— The sun sets upon The and this campaign. Across the lake, the Blue Tiger Men prowl, hungry for our pride. Yet our hearts beat stronger than their roars. Whatever the outcome, know that these great men left every ounce of valor upon this sacred ground. -Carl

Dearest Mother— We were overrun by the Buffalo Men. Their hooves thundered like judgment itself. The campaign nears its weary end, and the men grow parched for victory. This week we defend The Lang against a savage band of Blue Tiger Men. Pray the muskrat ointment holds. — Carl

Dearest Mother— We march north to face a great herd of Buffalo Men. MG Cagle has the men steady and sharp, fueled by his long-brewed “special tea,” which he swears helps them match his fury. Spirits are high, and the horizon beckons. — Carl

Dearest Mother— We fell victim to the talons of the Eagle Men. Early confusion and a few self-inflicted wounds did us no favors, yet the lads fought with courage and grit. We now turn our gaze to the horizon, where a herd of Bison Men thunder. Send possum and dumplings. -Carl

Dearest Mother- Tomorrow we defend our sacred turf against a most peculiar foe — a battalion of eagle men, wings glinting under the lights. The men stand ready, muskets loaded, hearts full. May our courage outshine their feathers. -Carl

Dearest Mother— Today the men fought bravely against the Panther tribe. Their claws cut deep, yet our spirit holds fast. MG Cagle says victory is near, and I choose to believe him. Pray we find triumph—and a touch more muskrat ointment for the scratches. — Carl

Dearest Mother- At dawn we march to face the dreaded Panther Men, their claws sharper than any bayonet. Yet hope stirs, for Brig. Gen. Lauffer swears we’ve powder & shells enough to rattle the heavens. Pray for us. —Carl

Dearest Mother- Another defeat. Our mighty cannons boomed like drums, then sputtered empty. The tribe was not impressed. I remain hungry for victory and your marmet and dumplings. -Carl

Dearest Mother- Tomorrow we march north to battle a fierce tribe. MG Cagle has been seen behind his headquarters blending, to quote him, “a special tea for a special occasion.” No victories yet, but hope springs eternal. Please send candied possum tails. -Carl

Dearest Mother- LCpl Dougherty once again took a battalion behind enemy lines and scored another victory! When the men were falling out of ranks, he stood tall in the saddle and delivered victory from the jaws of defeat! Feeling jovial. -Carl

Dearest Mother- There may be some Swisshelm left in those little leprechauns. We were sluggish in the early maneuvers, but BG Lauffer called for cavalry charge after charge into their lines. We broke them often, but couldn’t extinguish their fire. -Carl

Dearest Mother- Tonight we defend all of Stone County against the northern Leprechauns. Have they cast the dark magic of Swisshelm upon us? We shall soon find out. MG Cagle has offered the troops a taste of his ceremonial tea. My cup runneth over. -Carl

Dearest Mother- Tonight LCpl Dougherty commanded a battalion in a skirmish with some invading bird men. His maneuvering reminded me of a young (ret) MG McFarland. A much needed victory tonight, and a bowl of pickled marmot ear soup shall warm my soul. -Carl

Dearest Mother- We returned home in silence. After some early maneuvering through their lines our charges failed to finish the job. We now regroup and prepare to defend our home against some rough and tumble leprechauns. Wishing I was nibbling on your spicy possum jerky. -Carl

Dearest Mother- A new flock of bird men have caused a disturbance in the Northern Territory. We have loaded the wagons and BG Lauffer has packed extra cannons for the engagement. I am full of hope and your famous marmet jerkey. Feeling bullish. -Carl

Dearest Mother- Tonight the men fought with grit and never relented. Unfortunately, the bird men were successful in overrunning our ranks and defended their cage. We shall return home with full hearts but not full ranks. Send prayers for our wounded and recovering. -Carl

Dearest Mother- The call of the blue jay has begun. Tomorrow we invade their nest in search of victory, not eggs! Though our ranks are smaller, MG Cagle has loaded the wagons with extra shells and seed in hopes to lure them out into the open. Feeling determined. -Carl