Capt. Andrew Luck

Dearest mother —
We were unsuccessful in our last battle. Frustrating. But we have no time to sulk. As the men returned to base, scouts notified me that a unit of leprechauns has used its magic to sneak upon our outskirts and is ready for battle. Mystifying. I have received your care package of peppered frog thighs and sparrow soup.
— Andrew

Dearest mother —
The men had little time to enjoy their victory before scouts informed me that a group of well-dressed, dapper soldiers in North Carolina seeks battle. From what I understand, this unit resides in a wooded area where neither a man nor animal ever sleep. Fascinating. We are on the march.
— Andrew

Dearest mother —
Tremendous news: we were victorious against the Wasp unit. Their buzzing was mighty, but in the end, our men were the stinger. Please send Squirrel oil, as we are running low. Inform the hogs of our latest triumph.
— Andrew

Dearest mother —
We have returned to our basecamp after a long march following a defeat to the sad Satan unit. Perhaps their victory will finally give them some much-needed joy. And yet, we have no time to wallow. A Georgia unit who believes themselves to be wasps is seeking battle and on the move. I have ordered the men to make buzzing sounds as they drill to better prepare for the incoming clash.
— Andrew

Dearest mother —
We have reached the outskirts of the Sad Satan unit’s camp. I have ordered the men to be issued pitchforks to be better matched in battle with these Beelzebubs. Anxious. I love you.
— Andrew