My Dear Comrade,
I have been reflecting upon those many campaigns we fought together upon the fields of play. Few memories warm this old soldier’s heart like our battles in Golf with your Friends. How I did torment you, madam! You would address the ball with noble intent, only for it to wander into every hazard and watery grave as if the very devil guided it. Meanwhile I, with cruel precision, would sink my shots whilst laughing like a victor on the field.
Those were fine days, my friend. I would not trade a single one.
May you keep your powder dry and your aim truer than before.
Your companion in combat,
-Oshelaka