Letter from a farm kid

> LETTER FROM A KENTUCKY 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 lunch when we get fed
> again.
>
>
>
> 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 here 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,
>
>
>
> Alice
>
>

:D Its a good un!

Love it! Had a moment today when receiveing a compliment about how fit I was. Yeah right! If he only knew how much the muscles and joints were hurting tonight... and no Devon ... I wasn't bonking!