Capt. Caleb S. Williams

Mother— These words evade me. The Draft Council sent word by telegram that I am to be dispatched to Chicago in immediacy! Rest assured that I will carry our family name with honor & distinction. Your pride is my guiding light. I find myself gone with the Wind to Chicago. —CW

Mother— How is the farm? Indeed, it is so that Gen. Johnson dismissed the special operations battalion due to cowardice and fumbled maneuvers. It is a relief to follow a General who steers the post like a man at the helm in storm—unyielding, and blind to favor. With love. —CW

Mother— Word has reached the Great Plains that our local clergyman, born on the lands of Fort Dearborn, has risen to be the holiest in the land. There are heavenly winds in our sails. We are living in Biblical times. Godspeed. —CW

Gentle Men & Women of Chicago— I put quill to parchment to inform that Virginia McCaskey, formerly of the Halas lineage, has perished from her heavenly embodiment. Whilst her kinship remains, her departure leaves a void in the fabric of our city. She is with Papa Halas. —CW

Gen. Johnson— Pay no heed to the sheepish men of Detroit. Not long ago, they received a federal bailout, yet they now preach against the support of their officers. Let us cast our gaze toward the future for there is no pride in those Lions, only the roar of a hollow wind. —CW

Chicagoans— Scouts report that the man who turned Sheep into Lion will put quill to parchment before Sundown. Benjamin Johnson, known by trusted allies as 'BJ', will head the unit. A challenge to rise beyond the limits of ordinary men. For Chicago. For glory. For honor. —CW

Mother— Responsibility looms heavy on shoulders of those who take action & inaction. At Sun high, the War Council has decreed a sentence for Matthew Eberflus. The city bells ring in jubilation and the public shouts from their bellows to "Give Flus the Noose!" Truly Yours. —CW

Mother— 'Ole Shane Waldron has been sacked from his post in a last recourse to salvage this campaign. Neighbors report his wagons were seen departing Union Station, filled with cheap offensive strategems & warbooks stolen from a nearby grammar school. The seasons turn. —CSW

Mother— I place ink to parchment amid a battlefield unlike any other, where men clash with skill and brute force under an unrelenting Arizona desert. Our last hopes rest on studying the tactics of the ‘06 Regiment, that stalwart brigade known for a resolve as unyielding as…

Mother— In the waning hours of the light, victory was snatched from the tips of our fingers. Darkness is a cruel mistress. In the deepest chambers of your heart, do you hold faith in the hand of divine intervention? Forever yours. –CW

Mother— How fares the harvest this autumn? I received parchment at dawn, Pvt. Jayden Daniels had emerged from the mending tent to duel for the Columbian Congressmen. As is customary, the local newspapers speak with both sides of tongue when discussing my journey in this…

Mother— The men and I have voyaged with the northernly currents across the pond for Large Feline Hunting in the land of our tax-demanding forebears. We line our pockets with shillings as the jaguar fur pelts have been well bartered. There are heavenly winds in our sails. —CW

Mother— The men successfully held the line against the Feline Invasion. My matchlock musket fired true across enemy lines, in likeness of Heis' Man. The men prepare to cross the pond in six moons' time under the light of Papa Halas. There is belief in the ranks. Godspeed. —CW

Chicago— The Golden State Company sent men to raise Soldiers' Field in search of gold as it was revealed their Gold Rush was of the foolish variety. The men rose triumphant behind the Special Ammunitions unit led by Victor "Tory" Taylor. Raise the gates of the Dub Saloon. —CW

Mother— The men ready themselves to battle the Lonely Men Militia. The local gazette speaks of my supposed sharpshooting inaccuracies, yet under the light of the moon, I shall make them long for their moonshine. Surely, we must exploit these men playing with their bulls. —CW

Chicagoans— Whilst my sidearm remained below the Government-Issued standards, the defensive manuevers of the Secondary Unit pushed beyond enemy grounds on multiple occasions to secure victory. I must maintain warfare education & abstain from burning candlewax on grooming. –CW

Mother— The Hawk Tuah Men of Tenn's Sea encroach from the foothills of Appalachia in search of Mallört & au jus. As I begin the campaign of uniting the barbaric Northern district under a unified banner, we must deal with these heathens. My sidearm stands poised for action. —CW

Mother— Forgive my prolonged silence. How fares the farm? The men drill tirelessly near Lake's Forest with a looming battle against the Hawk Tuah Men of Tenn's Sea. The candle flickers as it casts shadows of Midway Monsters. Chicago long yearns for such triumph. Yours. —CW

Mother— Scouts from sea to shining sea have descended into the City of Angels to exhibit my capability with artillery and command of the regiment. I am not the wooden horse of the Trojan War. With every fiber if my being, I yearn for victory. I humbly seek your blessings. —CW

Citizens of Chicago— With a weighted heart, I have donned the colors of battle into the sunset for the final moments. The wind on my back, I will remain a son of the Second City. Only in the agony of parting, do we look into the depths of love. With sincerest gratitude. —JF