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| March 15, 2005 02:47PM |
LETTER FROM A FARM KID, NOW AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT
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 till
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,
Gai
Some of this sounds oddly familiar!
Regards,
Lobo-hotei
lobo
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 till
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,
Gai
Some of this sounds oddly familiar!
Regards,
Lobo-hotei
lobo
| Subject | Author | Posted |
|---|---|---|
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lobo-hotei | March 15, 2005 02:47PM |
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Barbara Bajus | March 15, 2005 02:54PM |
|
laura | March 15, 2005 04:39PM |
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Katherine Reece | March 15, 2005 10:25PM |
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Katherine Reece | March 16, 2005 10:23AM |
|
Allan Shumaker | March 16, 2005 01:39PM |
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