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Post by mummifiedstalin on Oct 28, 2012 13:43:14 GMT -5
Your posts have especially sucked today. Are you hungover? How rude. |
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 28, 2012 14:01:58 GMT -5
July 12, 1863
Williamsport, Maryland
Paw,
We are very tired. We have had a long retreat back from Gettysburg, and now those Union dogs have us cornered. I have to report that George, my dear brother and your eldest son, was severely wounded during the charge on the third day of Battle at Gettysburg. His jaw was partially shot away by a devilish Yankee ball. The last I saw him, he was in the Surgeon's tent, the Sawbones cutting through his neck, looking to replace his wounded head with a log from a sycamore tree. I shall pass on your dearest wishes when I see him again. Please don't let Ma know until we can glue a mossy beard on it, to help him adjust again to polite society.
I fear the Confederacy is lost. The Generals are putting forth a confident front, but I can see a deadness in their eyes that were not there before. I would recommend trading your currency for anything of trade-able value, Granny Bloomers, Corn Cobs or perchance even Hog Seed. I shall see you soon, I pray.
For the Glory of the South,
Jebadiah.
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Post by siamesesin on Oct 28, 2012 14:08:24 GMT -5
I hate taking a devilish Yankee ball to the jaw.
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Post by Don Quixote on Oct 28, 2012 20:50:35 GMT -5
16 July, 1900
outside Tientsin
Dear Louise,
There's no way to tell you what China is like. I know I've prefaced my letters in the past t his way, but believe me when I tell you, it is like nothing you can imagine, and yet, every thing you can imagine.
That is a confusing statement. What I mean is that in many superficial ways, China is wholly different. The architecture, the customs, the foods, all completely different from the usual fare in Philadelphia.
In other ways, though the Chinese are the same as you or I. Just like America, China requires those to work in the fields and the factories, repairmen, drivers, linemen, et cetera. Even soldiers.
It makes me feel bad when we see Chinese boys and men dead in the ditches. But I'd like to believe they died doing what they believed in, as I plan on doing, should it come to it. The Boxers are surely a motley lot, and why the Emperess Dowager cares to defend the rabble is beyond me. Surely, her country would benefit from outside influence as well as the Japanese did.
But, oh! Would that you could have seen me in the heat of battle two days ago! We fought them tooth and nail! Our young Lieutenant displayed special gallantry, rescuing a fellow wounded outside the trench! A man with stones like that will most likely NEVER tire of battle!
Know that whatever you may hear, our presence here is absolutely warranted, and not in any way a useless application of imperialistic aggression! Anarchists and anti-patriots may rattle that sort of un-American gibberish, but we're all here for the right reasons, the Christian reasons! Our republic must expand to prosper, and must have access to all places in order to expand! And it's hardly a selfish sentiment; we are part of an international coalition. The whole of the world should benefit from this action!
Please, if you see mother soon, please let her know I am well. Not entirely true, of course, but not entirely false either. I feel we all must lie a little about how well things are, in order for things to actually go well. I needn't lie to you, though, dear sister. You know your brother can well-handle himself! To your husband, Chester, I also send my highest regard. You wrote in your last letter the two of you are planning for children? That is fantastic! I should very much like to be an uncle!
Well, it looks like we're moving out, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this a bit shorter than usual.
Until I see you and the family again, and until we're done on our multi-cultural mission, I shall remain steadfast in my convictions, and the convictions of our Republic. I know that if we succeed, it could very well usher in a new century of peace and prosperity for all of humanity.
I miss and love you all.
Forever your loving Brother,
Pvt. Horatio Pendleton Stanforth
USMC
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Oct 28, 2012 21:17:13 GMT -5
Mother,
I doubt this letter will ever reach you. We are backed up and surrounded by an enemy the likes of which I never imagined. And the smell, the humidity, the air itself, what of it there is, seems to want us dead.
I had no idea that these missions would take me to such horrible places. I had no idea such places existed. I only hope that you can keep Tommy out of the service. He should never have to endure what I’ve gone through.
The Major says that our only hope now is for an outside intrusion to open up an escape route. We have so little left to fight with, and our supplies are gone. All that will remain of us are the scars we left on the walls of this evil place and the rivers of bloody, fleshy gore that constantly streams downhill.
I hear a commotion. This will end one way or another. Send my love to father, and know that I was thinking of you at the end.
Cormorant
[One of the few surviving missives of the Excavation of Sia’s Menstrual Cave.]
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