The following is a letter recently found at Valley Forge:
October 29
Dear Tuesday Night –
Tonight we have made camp here at Valley Forge. Scenic enough, but I am concerned. General Washington has said this is a temporary camp. I think otherwise.
I ate something that was called steak this evening. Steak of what is a better question. General Washington’s horse hasn’t been seen recently. He doesn’t seem the man to eat his own horse, but more the kind to serve it to his men.
There is a large shopping complex here. It is enormous. It even has a Brooks Brothers.
I am cold. But thankfully, I have no tentmate.
I don’t expect this assignment to be very hard, just annoying. But then again, that is a great deal of warfare… doing annoying things, waiting, and then breaking your back to make it to the next day.
Until tomorrow,
Okay, so they didn’t really find that letter here at Valley Forge. But I am here. Actually, I’m in King of Prussia next to the mall. Joy! I’m here on an emergency trip. I have been cleared to enter a highly restricted installation. Joy!
So I get to spend Halloween with spooks near a shopping mall. (Spooks being the affectionate name for people who work in the intelligence arena.) This ought to be fun.