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Letter from a farm kid in the Marines

Royal

Well-known member
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.

This 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
 
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