my dh sent me this, I thought it was great LOL
FROM A Missouri 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 until 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
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,
Alice
FROM A Missouri 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 until 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
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,
Alice
