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  • Farm Kid

    My Pop sent me this, thought some of you might enjoy it...
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    Farm Kid

    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 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

  • #2
    man i like that
    thanks for postin in

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    • #3
      boy aint that the truth. we had a foster kid go to boot camp last summer, he brought back videos of it. what a joke, baling hay would have killed 90% of them kids. let alone do the chores and milking before and after hay.

      working on a sewer and water pipe crew is 10 times more work than what he told us about. he ran alot more. big deal he didnt have to carry 140 lbs of concrete in 2 pails through dry sand up and down banks of the deep ditches. or anything like that. and the drill sargents couldnt even yell at them kids. I was screaming at the tv watching the video telling them kids to move there lazy ars.

      walking into the union after a couple weeks of work they asked me what i did before this, told them milked cows in a stantion barn and fed with wheelbarrows all my life. they said they guessed something like that.

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