Dearest mother,
This war seemingly has no end. The battle for this pitiful stretch of Wyoming land has raged on endlessly. It seemed as it progress was being made with triumphant victories in 2014 and 2015. But since then the generals have led us astray in a vain attempt to reclaim past glories.
Even I have found my musket not quite as effective a weapon as it once was. I still pride myself on defending the fort with all my might, but I fear our offensive attacks are fruitless. Our ranks are aged, tired, listless, weary.