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LETTER FROM A FARM KID,
(NOW IN THE 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 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,
Carol
(NOW IN THE 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 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,
Carol
Mrs. Wallnut
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