Ken Burns The Portland War 2025 to 2035

My Dearest Martha,

Oh, how a long for my ole Florida home and to be in your arms again. It is that time of year again. The leaves are changing. I'm not able to sleep well anymore. I can hear the sound of those rakes in my sleep. Four thousand men, strong males, all armed with rakes storming the forest with one aim making America Great Again. It's amazing what a man can do for a good cause, whatever that is. How I curse the trees and their evil leaves, but I know this must be done in order to maintain the freedom our forefathers fought for while wearing wigs, but not in a gay way. How they raked while wearing wigs, I do not know.

Thank you for the small parcel of fried chicken and grits. The food here is inedible. There something called kale. The sell it in something called a farmer market. It is green and reminds me of leaves. Many a young man has been laid low by its consumption. Then there is Acai which cannot be pronounced by the human tongue. Is it an animal or a vegetable? No one in the regiment knows. I have lost ten pounds since being deployed here, which is okay because we don't want any fatties.

I do hope your mother doesn't mind you moving back home with the kids. The Captain promises that just as soon as this government shutdown is over, all that money the government owes us will be paid. Probably in full even.

God bless you and the kids, and remember once TrumpRX is online Timmy's eye medication will be 1000% off. God bless that man.
Your loving servant of God,
Bubba.