A Letter Home

To my dear family and friends,

It is cold here on the front. The rain and winter winds whip around an icy chill and on all sides the enemy advances. It has been a long year. In January the RSV armoured regiment invaded our borders and left all our troops wounded and weak. Every time we tried to reinforce our defenses the enemy got stronger. By February we had little fight left in us and the enemy had been sent a special convoy of reinforcements. The pneumonia troops filled in the gaps that we had struggled to make in the enemy line. As their line advanced they overtook one of our best fighters. Private first class Cami was sent to the area hospital for fourteen days of R&R.

As February wound down our promised reinforcements were getting closer everyday. We managed to keep the enemy at bay by pulling back to a more defensible position. March brought great hope as we received word that our reinforcements were gaining strength daily. As they grew so grew our determination to beat the enemy once and for all.

One early morning in the first week of April we received intelligence that our reinforcements would be arriving within the day. They arrived as anticipated and the joy and relief among the local villages was astounding. It took ten days from their arrival for these new recruits to join our seasoned band of soldiers on regular duty, but it was well worth the wait. In the month ahead our new soldiers kept everyone on their guard and we were able to avoid any major offences until the enemy regrouped in early June.

The warm spring had left us lax in our perimeter checks and some days we neglected sending out patrols all together. This was just the opportunity that the pneumonia troops had been waiting for. They advanced on our position and brought with them agents of Strep and Ear infection. They continued to push back our defensive line late into the summer. Our troops were weak and tired, but we fought desperately to regain lost territory.

We just started to regain the first of the lost ground when in late August a contingent of Stomach flu captured some of our smallest soldiers. We were days in recovering them, but finally had a successful rescue. They were significantly weakened and the commanders kept them away from the front line during the remainder of the early fall so they could regain their strength. We faced many minor skirmishes, but overall we were able to keep the enemy at bay.

It was early November when the first Cold scout arrived, testing our defenses before the battle was to begin. Had we known then what we would face in the coming month we would have double our vigilance and reinforced the troops with all possible haste. It was just a few days later that we saw the first signs of the arrival of a Stomach flu squadron. They attacked at our weak points first leaving our youngest and least experienced out of battle for more than a week.

On what appeared to be the final day of fighting, who should arrive but the RSV armoured regiment. I must say our troops fought  bravely. On Christmas day they sang and ate, but all that day and night the attack continued unchanged. On the morning of the 27th our youngest soldier was taken captive. This caused a considerable decrease in morale. By new yea
leaving our youngest and least experienced out of battle for more than a week.

r's eve we had effected a rescue of our man, but by then the troops still on the line were giving way to a fresh division of Stomach flu.

All are alive and mostly well. We look forward to a day when the fighting can cease. Best wishes.

General Shelley