The Mail Must be Delivered!

My head is spinning! I was hit on the back of the head with a blunt object while I was delivering the mail. I fell to the ground, lost consciousness, and when I came round my bag of letters was gone!

It had to be those terrible Blues! If you can get those letters back for me I'd be eternally grateful. Now that they're celebrating their victory, I'm sure they're all incredibly drunk. It should be a pretty easy task, and if they try to resist just beat them to a pulp!

Can you believe it? Attacking a postal worker! Nothing's sacred to them - they're monsters!

Where are the letters? The soldiers are waiting on news from home, notes from their loved ones, and the daily gossip! If I don't deliver them they'll rip me to shreds!

You've got the letters! Thank you so much. I used to think that being a postal worker was easy. How wrong I was!

If you must know, I think us communication professionals should be paid extra money for the risks we take. As for your help, please accept this pair of boots. I guarantee they'll keep your feet comfortable no matter how far you have to walk!