Vols, The opening engagement brought calamities upon our ranks, yet the men did not waver. Our lines steadied & the advance resumed with renewed fury. Our final push to claim victory was continually overturned by the yellow flag & their striped ally. Til VOLhalla

Vols, We march on Columbia to confront an enemy that has chosen a quarrelsome barnyard rooster as its symbol of martial prowess. Nonetheless, I have instructed the men to remain vigilant. Let them crow while they may. The fox approaches the henhouse. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Victory! Our defense held true. The Erwin boys have slayed another beast & our campaign remains intact. The inbred invaders are vanquished. A fine Cuban cigar has been ignited in lieu of the blockade. Til VOLhalla

Vols, The third Saturday of Oct. approaches. My scouts report a crimson tide advancing north & the men have been ordered to the high ground. I have dispatched requisitions to Erwin for their heaviest chains & railroad cranes. The campaign hangs in the balance. Til VOLhalla

Vols, When all seemed lost, our boys carried the day. We return home with enough pork to supply our remaining campaign. I shall summon the Erwin boys to prepare the defenses for the coming struggle. Til VOLhalla

Vols, We march west seeking vengeance for a quarter century of calamities. I am told the enemy is little more than feral swine, though the men who marched here before us would caution against such confidence. I have ordered our quartermasters to bring ample salt. The Ozarks have sheltered these swine long enough. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Victory on the soggy banks of the Tennessee. A timely accidental zebra delivered a crucial blockage of their defenses. Our early blunders were eradicated by a Bishop who delivered the enemy their last rites. We soon march west in search of ivory & glory. Til VOLhalla

Vols, We have no leisure to lament our recent misfortune. Scouts report a peculiar column of tigers moving north under the guise of battle hardened eagles. They are led by my former Lt. & we shall give him a proper welcome of cold steel. Til VOLhalla

Vols, We shall retire in good order and await a more favorable field. Until then, let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Scouts report an innumerable herd of free-grazers approaching led by the prodigal nephew of our beloved Peyton. It seems our sacrifice in San Antone has been long forgotten. The branding irons glow with inverted horns & we shall drive them to the stockyards. Til VOLhalla

Vols, An expected victory was secured against the feeble hooter invaders. We remain unblemished & now await a mighty free grazing foe. Some of our most beloved sons were sacrificed for their rise to power & we shall have our vengeance. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Georgia remains smoldering. As we returned home, a small rearguard action on Kennesaw Mountain, stirred their local militia. They now prepare to advance on Neyland under cover of darkness & we shall meet them with steel shot & the bayonet. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Victory! Our flag flies over Atlanta & its streets run orange. Steady ground assaults overwhelmed their calculated defenses. We shall indulge in the bounties of victory & return home in good order. Til VOLhalla

Vols, We move on Atlanta imbued with confidence. My scouts report formidable works defending the city, though we have engineered an ingenious plan of attack. Once we have eradicated the yellow jackets, we will march to the sea. Georgia will burn. Til VOLhalla

Vols, The amethyst foe has been vanquished from our lands. Our own dark knight was unleashed to carry the day. There’s little time for revelry as we make haste to Atlanta. Til VOLhalla

Vols, I shall take up my neglected pen once more. Many a fortnight have passed since my last correspondence. My scouts report a feeble crusade of amethyst Paladins approach our Holy Land. I have summoned the Bishop to await their arrival & give them the bayonet. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Tumultuous times echo across commands in this country. I have found it necessary to relieve the officer charged with guardianship of our defenses. I now call on a man, whose beard shines like the moon on the Holston & could be a rendered a biblical patriarch. Til VOLhalla

Vols, Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees. Til VOLhalla

Vols, A railroad man sends his private flotilla to attack on the Tennessee. We have prepared the defenses & await the shootout. Their insolent leader must be given the bayonet. Shall victory ensue, this state will remain firmly ours through the new year. Til VOLhalla