Dear Ma & Pa,
Am well. 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 6 am, 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, or fire to lay. Practically Nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not that bad, they git warm water. Breakfast is
strong on the 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 between two city
boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you until noon, when
they feed you 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 is not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as
far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys gets sore feet and we all
ride back in trucks.
The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher.
He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Majors & Colonels just
ride around & frown. They don’t bother you none.
This next will kill Walt & Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for
shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and
don’t move. And it ain’t shooting back at you, like the Higgett boys at
home.
All you got to do is to lay there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even
load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Be sure to tell Walt & Elmer to hurry & join before other fellers get into
this setup & come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter, Gail.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”