LETTER FROM A FARM KID, 
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 s it 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 a s 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 
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				i miss u sis  i will have some gator n taters fer ya when u get a break  :)) :)) :##
			
			
			
				haha! tooo funny!  :)) :)) :))
			
			
			
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