"""Dearest mother —
I have received your care package of salted raccoon thighs and zesty gopher wrists. We continue our march to Atlanta. It’s been decided that we shall battle at night in the hopes of being the most tactically sound. The men are anxious, but confident we will soon receive word from Capt. Jodi of the elite Huff Daland Duster unit.
— Ryan """"
My Dearest Ryan,
I can say that it was with joy and tears that I read your timely letter. I am sitting next to your father who has taken ill with the "wait". The doctor says there is no cure other than prayer. I read him your letter aloud. Our hearts are breaking for you my gentle loving boy, for surely we'd have thought you had seen the lights of Atlanta by now. There is nothing much to read in the local papers. We did hear tell of this Capt, Jodi, he seems to be an illustrious yet transparent leader. We are all praying that you will soon reach the homeland and all you boys may rid yourselves of this awful edeavour.
Your sisters are doing well in Southwest. Things seem so much better there. I shall end here as I need to prepare supper for your father, we are praying for you and your many valiant friends on this march. Do not hesitate to get on both knees should the time come and ask our Lord God for guidance and common sense.
Your Loving Mother-
Sarah June Baxter