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LETTER FROM A MID WEST FARM KID
NOW A SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT



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 til 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 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,

Gayle





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