Zombie Shelby Foote

(plinking banjo music)

Dear Margaret-

I fear the center of our line is about to crumble, and I may not return to our fair home. BRAINS!!!

The seargent-major is a fair man, he knows we may not ever return to our loved ones again so he has given us each a promotion and MORE BRAINS SENT MORE BRAINS GRRRRWWAAAHHH.

This may be the last time I write to you so please kiss baby Tim for me and tell my mother I to remember me dear...GIVE ME YOUR BRAINS, BRAINS, MORE BRAINS BRRRRUAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGH!

Yours,
Corporal Agarn

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