Major Ryan Fitzpatrick

My dearest Liza, I was granted respite from battle and I took advantage. Although I am no longer commanding the need to rest my sidearm was much needed. I can now spend my days watching you render the children. I’ll be home soon. Love like collard greens and lima beans, Ryan

My dearest Liza, I can indeed confirm this telegram to be truthful. Goodnight Sweet Liza, I love thee so.

I am surprised that Gen. Jones from the Texas territory has not telegramed the New Orleans regiment to inquire about the services of Major Winston who is floundering as just a sideline holder of the weekly battle plan. He has quite the sidearm. Inaccurate at times but lively.

Dear Liza, My heart is still in distress over the loss of command to Lt. Tua, but it was time. His side arm is superior to mine and his feet more nimble. Although the men do still love me dancing a jig as General Flores plays the mouth harp. Love like an empty latrine, Ryan

Dear Liza, The coughing croup has been severe in our territory since spring and general Flores had us quarantined. I was afraid I had the dreaded devil’s virus, coughing uncontrollably for days. Fortunately I had only swallowed a beard hair in my marrow stew. Enduring, Ryan

Dear Liza, The soldiers have been staying well and not affected by this respiratory dysentery for now. We will continue to shower at least once a week and try not to eat any food left in our beards or share spittoons. Love like Anotonio Brown likes attention, Ryan

Dear Liza, The mules are moving slow as we make our way north but I expect to be back home by Valentines Day. As I lay here under the stars playing my mouth harp gnawing on a marrow bone, I wonder how things would have been if I had fought under General Arains’ unit. Love Ryan

My Liza, Our skirmish with the pesky fowl from Pennsylvania went marvelous on this Lord’s Day. My sidearm was in good form and accurate. We celebrated with roasted ibis and grilled panther meat. General Flores is now playing a tune on his fiddle tonight. Enduring Love, Ryan

Dear Liza, We were granted respite from battle and the men and I took advantage. Although I am no longer commanding the need to rest my sidearm was much needed. I spent time near the coastal waters where some of the loose women wear little. I saw many kneecaps. Lovingly, Ryan

Dearest Liza, The craggily fowl from Maryland spoiled our first skirmish on the Lord’s Day. My trusty sidearm was rusty, unlike that of Major Jackson from the enemy’s side. There are talks of some troops considering going AWOL. I pray that is just rumor. Loving regards, Ryan

Indeed I am. I was most pleased to be able to chat with the gaggle of traveling scribes from your publication. Mr. @NFLSTROUD and @EddieInTheYard were most pleasant. L

Cont’d.. it was with great exhilaration I was able to visit my former troops, including Lt. Winston. I was heartbroken to learn of the losses of Pvt. Humphries and McCoy. We’ve planned a rousing game of horseshoes for this evening with Gen. Flores on the fiddle. God is Good, Ryan

My Liza, Our 90 man unit arrived late last night to the Tampa Territory. We made our camp and dined on panther cracklin’ bread and ibis then we slept. We awoke to skirmish practice against the west coast swashbucklers, a unit I was once fond of. More to come.. Eternally Ryan