Dearest Notre Dame - My heart fills w/ pride as Gen. Jackin Swarbrick & Father Johnathan Jenkins confirmed that old Notre Dame of the southernmost bend has reached union for my employment I shall put the city on my shoulders. The promised land awaits. -MF

Joanna - Rest easy, dear Joanna. This day is won, yet we remain humble before the Lord who governs all outcomes The Midshipmen bore themselves w/ uncommon courage and discipline. Never have I seen men stand so resolute in the face of adversity Yours, in steadfast faith MF

Joanna – Tonight, beneath the quiet watch of the stars, we meet the Midshipmen. I hold no disdain for them, only respect. The contest ahead will test not only our strength, but our honor. It shall reveal the truth of who we are when the dust settles. Until dawn decides. – MF

Joanna – We claimed victory, though it was far from our finest hour. The field was marred by missteps & missed chances. A reminder that rank alone wins no battles. If we are to leave a worthy legacy, we must fight not just harder, but truer The banner still flies high – MF

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Joanna – November finds us far from home, camped in Chestnut Hill, the leaves turned like back home The men stand proud. I pray pride not soften them For I’ve learned this much: if a man forgets to be grateful for what he’s been given, he’ll soon find a way to lose it – MF

Mother – The 95th battle w/ the Trojans is won, they lie in ruin. It was a wet & sloppy affair, the air thick with the scent of victory Our unit’s strength endures, unbroken and proud. Rest easy knowing your son still stands among the victors Keep the Shillelagh stowed, – MF

Mother - Word has reached me of the lads from the regiment called USC. I reckon most chose that banner simply because it’s easier to spell. I hope they packed a lunch, it’ll be a long day for them. The Trojans haven’t the strength to match our mettle and might we’ll bring -MF

Joanna - The pack’s howls have turned to whimpers carried off by the wind A lone wolf may hunt bravely, but it starves without its pack & a pack without heart fares no better The house that Rockne built still stands, its walls echoing with the sound of victory Yours, -MF

Joanna- It is a crisp day, the kind that stings the lungs yet sharpens the spirit The pack still prowls beyond the ridge, their hunger louder than their courage Perhaps they sense our unit strength We wait, watchful, within the house that Rockne built Yours, unyielding -MF

Dearest Joanna, Rest assured. The men were victorious Laughter rolled through camp like a hymn. Yet peace is a fickle guest. Even now, the night wind carries a strange scent, the musk of a Wolfpack prowling just beyond the ridge Yours in triumph & vigilance, -MF

Dearest Joanna, Scouts report a battalion advancing from Boise. Hardy men of basalt hills & wide potato plains. Seasoned in stern counsel & guided by able hands. Though we respect the craft of their leaders, we shall meet them w/ like purpose & stern resolve. Yours, MF

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Dearest Joanna, The camp revels. A grand hog, roasted to a golden hue, its savory aroma mingling w/ the cool Ozark air Plates heaped, laughter ringing. The men toast our triumph with hearty spirits. Even the foulest stench of battle yields to this banquet of victory Yours, MF

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Dearest Joanna Camp lies upon The Hill, overlooking the Ozarks, a fair yet rugged sight. My eyes ne’er beheld such land. A foul stench of hogs drifts into our tents, yet the men take it in stride The day brings trial, yet destiny keeps pace. We march at noon. Ever thine, MF

Dearest Joanna The Shillelagh is ours. The men breathe easier now. Relief tempers our joy, for we know the work is not yet done Our defense still bears grave holes, & must be mended w/ utmost urgency. Yet tonight, we taste triumph, & I write w/ hope in my heart Ever yours, MF

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Men - I know the sorrow upon your hearts, yet it must not bind us. The field still beckons, the Battle for the Shillelagh not yet won Cast off self pity, steel your courage, & trust beyond knowing. Stand firm, let the world see our strength. Onward now, to victory -MF

Father – I write with sorrow heavy upon my heart. The men fought bravely, yet the Aggies pressed harder still, and our line was broken. Our unit is shattered, weary and diminished, bearing the weight of loss as we reckon with what trials remain. Your devoted son, – MF

Men - Steady your hearts. Legends are not forged in easy triumph. They are not defined by their successes, but by how they rise again from their failures. The hour is near. The field awaits us. For God. For Country. For Notre Dame. All Fight, -MF

Dearest Joanna - One of the gravest trials lies before us. When the victory march begins, with drums thundering & pipes echoing, each step shall bear the valor of men resolute in purpose Just know, I would sooner be torn from the field than forsake my post Yours Forever - MF