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 Timothy 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 Timothy 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 Timothy 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 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 Timothy 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 Timothy and Elmer to hurry and join
before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,

Where is the edit button?

Your Loving Daughter,

Carol

ROTFLMAO

LSHMSH!

cute on Gryphyn

cute gryphyn,...lol

That would be even funnier if I didnt have a cousin that it resembled.
rolflmfao

ROTFLMAO that is toooo freakin cute...LMAO that was good!!!

Great letter, the country needs more lke her

LOL