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 5 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

 

hee hee - - sounds like she ended up in Hat's platoon.

 

I don't care who ya are, that's funny right there.

 

"you're loving daughter, carol"


that got me

 

I almost feel bad for Mad for as much as you pick on the poor guy. At least he's better lookin than you.

 

Great letter, Hat if you had her at PI that would have been intersting.

Think I dated Carol many years ago.

 

Yeah...



but I'm younger than him.








chaikwa.

 

Yep - - and you have a LOT more hair.

 

I don't know about the younger part, either...

That's pretty old... I got a fresher one...

One of my Marines has a friend at recruit training now... We sent him a letter with "My SDI is scared to take the whole platoon to the pit..." and " Rct. Name said that his greenbelts were weak and didn't wear him out on the quarterdeck..." There was no return address, and no letter inside... I called his senior beforehand and let him know...

That kid is gonna get mashed...

 

Well see, there ya go! I'm young e'nuff that I wouldn't have any way of knowing 'bout somethin' old like that, only YOU would!



chaikwa.

 

I don't think so... sorry, buddy... sasquatch...

 

OldHat.



chaikwa.

 

Dude... I just turned 27... wern't you around to hold the lantern for the pilgrims when they landed at plymoth rock?

 

'DUDE'? That's a phrase that went out with the 70's isn't it? 27? Dislexia comes with old age too! I dunno 'bout no pilgrims... again, that was b'fore MY time! (tho you seem to know a LOT about that era!)

chaikwa.

 

Don't make me break out the pictures...!!!