LETTER FROM A FARM KID, NOW AT DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT

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[Cultural Jihad]

LETTER FROM A FARM KID, NOW AT DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT

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 maybe all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6a.m., but 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 Capt. 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 weighs 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,

Gail.

[Chad Fairbanks]

ROTFLMAO...

[Lurker]

This ones been posted here a few times with some slight differences.

I still like it.

Thanks,

L

[Eva]

Thanks for the laugh.

[Little_shoe]

Reminds me of my country bumpkins...... Espically since my mom was born in a log cabin with no running water or indoor toilet.

God Bless the Marines. I was born into a family where my Grandfather, Great Uncle, and Dad were all Marines. Though I didnt go into the marines, instead becoming a Navy flyboy. There is nothing that would look sweeter to me than a bunch of crazy Marines coming to pull my butt out of the fire.

[msnimje]

This makes me want to rent and watch No Time for Sergeants

[Nitro]

[used2BDem]

OMG!! This is my BOSSES wireless with white wine everywhere!

[dk/coro]

Little Shoe:

I did the same thing you did -- and still, to this day, I feel a bit inferior whenever I see a "Semper Fi" on a license plate -- or greet a jar head on the street -- Wings of Gold, notwithstanding!

[Shery]

Very Cute!