MillIronQH
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A FARM KID,
(NOW AT 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 Elm ER 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 place 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,
Lisa
(NOW AT 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 Elm ER 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 place 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,
Lisa
atta girl
