A Little Silliness

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

Thanks to my mom for sending me this.  For some reason it just really hit my funny bone.

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0 Responses to A Little Silliness

  1. That is hilarious! I grew up on a farm, so I can relate. (Well, kinda…) ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. renate1945 says:

    Too funny! Thanks for giving me a chuckle on this cold day.

  3. Betty says:

    It hit my funny bone, too. Thanks for the laugh.

  4. Tylor says:

    I would probably be one of those soft city boys she could beat up.

  5. Swampy says:

    “The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags alot.”
    I love it. I was a school teacher for 25 years. I still nag a lot.

  6. It reminds me of Andy Griffith in Calling All Sgts (or something like that) and Gary Cooper’s Sgt York – both country boys doin’ good in the Army. My son-in-law is currently in basic training as we speak. I am sure he will appreciate this… Thanks. NLM

  7. Amanda says:

    This is so great. Thanks for sharing. I am going to have to forward it on to my dad (an ex-Marine.)

  8. Karina says:

    I love it! Alice! LOVE IT.

  9. barnmouse says:

    LOL! I’ve never wrestled a bull, but I did have a horse that was a particular pain in the butt! I’m thinking Alice was from NC!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  10. tommiea says:

    This was cute….I’ll have to tell Husband he is supposed to “just ride around and frown”. Truth be told, he misses working day to day with smaller groups of soldiers!

    Thanks for the laugh.