Post by A.G. on Feb 13, 2008 13:46:39 GMT -5
Found this... kinda funny!
> 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 Minch by 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 til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder
> these city boys can't walk much.
> We go on "route 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 "route
> 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 Silver Lake . 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 before other fellers get onto
> this setup and come stampeding in.
>
> Your loving daughter,
> Carol
> 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 Minch by 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 til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder
> these city boys can't walk much.
> We go on "route 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 "route
> 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 Silver Lake . 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 before other fellers get onto
> this setup and come stampeding in.
>
> Your loving daughter,
> Carol
