LETTER FROM A FARM KID...

Thanks again to BK

LETTER FROM A FARM KID...
         (NOW AT San Diego MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING.)   
  
Dear Ma and Pa,  

    I am well. Hope you are. 
Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine 
Corps beats working for old man Minchby a mile. 
Tell them to join up quick before all of the
 places are filled.     I was restless at first 
because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.but 
I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and 
Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, 
and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, 
mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically 
nothing.   Men got to shave but it is not

so bad, 
there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings 
like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind 
of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, 
pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you 
can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. 
Their food plus yours holds you until noonwhen you get fed 
again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much!
     We go on "routine marches," which the platoon sergeant 
says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not
 my place to tell him different. A "routine march" is about as 
far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore 
feet and we all ride back in trucks.     The country is 
nice but awful flat The sergeant is like a school 
teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school 
board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. 
They don't bother you none.   This next will kill Walt 
and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting.
 I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk 
head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the 
Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all 
comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges.
 They come in boxes.   Then we have what they call 
hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with 
them city boys. I have to be real careful though, 
they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with 
that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in 
this except for that Tug Jordan from over in SilverLake. 
I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, 
but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 
300 pounds dry.    

     Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to 
hurry and join in before other fellers get

onto this setup and come stampeding in.



     Your loving daughter, 
     Carol       

The sender says this is true and current. I have my doubts. Sounds like WWII humor to me, but.... Hope you enjoyed it.

Peter

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