Their kid joined the marines and the parents were anticipating a letter in order to know how their child was doing. When they finally received one it quickly went viral. This is definitely a must read!
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 get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I’m going to sleep so late. Tell Walt and Elmer that all you do before breakfast is to smooth your cradle and give it a shiny appearance. No hogs to slaughter, feed for pitch, mix to mix, split wood, cook for laying. Almost 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 that you can always sit down with the two boys in the city who live on coffee. Your food and yours will hold you until noon until you are fed again. No wonder these guys in town cannot walk a lot.
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 bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bull is almost as big as a chipmunk head and does not move. He does not shoot you like Higgett’s boys at home. All you have to do is lie down comfortably and hit him. You do not 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 pretty much the best in this area, with the exception of the tug Jordan from Silver Lake. I only hit him once. He connected at the same time as me, but I only have 5 “6” and 130 pounds and he is 6 “8” and nearly 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,