General Pryce Sandfort

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Mar 8, 1863 To the Loyal Fans, The hour of our biggest test is here as we stand on the floor for senior night. To my teammates and faithful fans; keep your spirits high and voices loud, for today we defend our home against our biggest rivals. General Pryce Sandfort

March 4, 1863 Mother, We fought deep into the midnight hours. Despite the efforts, our strength was spent as the clock neared twelve. The Bruins are treacherous foe who already claimed banners of top regiments within their walls. We march home for one final stand. Your son, PS

March 1, 1863 My Dearest Ma, The calendar has turned to the first of March. The chill of anticipation hangs over the camps head. The men are deep in preparation for the trials ahead, as we seek our first victory in the madness of the coming month. Your boy, General Pryce S.

Feb. 28, 1863 Beloved Mother, Our expedition to the West has begun with tremendous triumph. Led by myself and Col. Frager, the regiment of Southern California was no match. The long winter campaign is winding down, and the shadows of March are lengthening. Your son, Gen. P.S.

Feb 26, 1863 To My Dear Mother, Yesterday was a poor display of disciple against a lesser foe. I feared our banner might be lost in the dust. Yet, we found our footing and made a fierce charge to secure a win. Your humble son, General P. Sandfort

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February 21, 1863 Dear Mother, Our home soil has been defended with ease. With March looming, I have fought with fury I have never felt before, securing career high tally in points. We go again at the midweek. Your boy in the field, General Pryce Sandfort

February 17, 1863 Dear mother, The border is lost and our colors have been trampled. I have no words, only my grief. We march home in the morning. Your son, General Pryce Sandfort

Feb. 17th, 1863 Mother, In the coming hours we cross the border into uncharted waters. We march to face our rivals on their home soil. Yet the 9th regiment is more ready than ever. If the heavens are kind, I shall write to you from the field of victory. Your dutiful son, Pryce

Feb 14, 1863 My Ever-Dear Mother, Though the campaign towards March continues, my thoughts turn home on this Valentine’s Day. As the sun began to set, we found our footing and made a final charge. Reaching the other side of the fog victorious. Your obedient son, Pryce.

Feb 10, 1863 My Dearest Ma, We were ambushed on our own soil, pushed onto our back foot and the midday break, yet the men refused to surrender. We gave our last full measure of devotion, but alas, we came up short in the final hour. I remain your loving son, General Pryce.

February 7, 1863 Dearest mother, I write to you with heavy hands but a triumphant heart. After falling in two successive skirmishes, the 9th Nebrasketball Regiment will return home from the marshes of Rutgers University victorious. Your devoted son, General P.S.