Dear Bradford,
I hope this correspondence finds you well. Even more so than that, I hope it reaches you in time.
Time... this is something I've lost track of as of late, yet only just now grown to fully appreciate its value and understand it as our world's only true currency. I've spent many a night, prisoner in this realm, recalling the Good Times, as they were. It feels like an eternity I've been trapped here, only just alive, by the continuous self-reassurance that my men will return for me. With enough ink in my quill to know for certain that this will be my last attempt at reaching you, I do so now because... well... I can hear them again.
The Drums of War...
At first I thought I was only imagining it, perhaps a dehydrated or malnourished disillusion in my mind, but as they've grown closer - I've only grown certain. By my calculations, war will again be upon us in exactly one fortnight. Thirteen days to be exact, at my time of writing this.
Someone... or something... reached out to me, in what I first thought could have only been a hallucination, and provided me with the intelligence I am now going to bestow upon you.
The Dark Portal...
I know you remember it. The night terrors that have plagued us both for years were more than just that. They were premonitions. The portal will be opening and finally granting access to The Outlands beyond it.
I know that you once felt that our mission was failed, and time had left us behind, but this now reassures me that everything up to this point was only preparing us for what is to come. The time is now, Bradford. I have gathered my belongings and will begin my journey to the Blasted Lands soon, though such a journey will surely be impossible without your aide.
I was, in fact, able to reach our only other surviving comrade, and Joel is also expected to arrive as early as the eighteenth of January. I will fight with everything I have to still be alive by then, but it will be only by the grace of God if I am successful in that.
I am not going to lie down any longer.
I am not going to rest until the mission of Good Times Rollin is complete.
I refuse to accept anything less than what we set out to achieve.
Please... Bradford, I know you can hear them too. I know the drums are beating loud enough to reach you from wherever it is that you're resting your head this evening. Knowing that our hearts beat the same, I know that they are also beginning to synchronize with the rhythm of yours like they are mine. These terrors will not cease to plague us until we finish what we started. Rejoin our ranks for what will be forever remembered as The Final Push.
The Burning Crusade... that's where this ends. I have given my life to this world and because so am now eternally trapped within it until the war is won. If not for yourself, do it for the name of Good Times Rollin. Do it for our legacy. Whatever you need, the counsel will compensate you to ensure that you and your family are taken care of and ready for what lies ahead.