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LETTER FROM A 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,

Gail

A very interesting letter there my friend. Thanks for posting it.

Now where did you get it at?

I wouldn't be caught joining the military unless under extreme circumstances, just not my cup of tea. But that girl wanted to, so good for her I guess...

*Edit: Noted and corrected!

I wouldn't be caught joining the military unless under extreme circumstances, just not my cup of tea. But that guy wanted to, so good for him I guess...

Dude, Gail is a GIRL's Name!

Eutrusca, have you been rummaging through people's mailboxes again?

*slaps Eutrusca*

Excellent propaganda to make them poor farm boys and girls feel that the military is their place to be. Looks like the military in the U.S. is running short of recruits - didn't I read about quotas not being met left and right?

Anyways, this letter is a little too detailed for some ordinary farm girl, so I doubt that it is genuine.

Verr funny!

Ein Deutscher']Excellent propaganda to make them poor farm boys and girls feel that the military is their place to be. Looks like the military in the U.S. is running short of recruits - didn't I read about quotas not being met left and right?

Anyways, this letter is a little too detailed for some ordinary farm girl, so I doubt that it is genuine.

Glad to see you can recognize humor. Its a joke!!! I've seen one just like this only for the Australian Army.

Ein Deutscher']Excellent propaganda to make them poor farm boys and girls feel that the military is their place to be. Looks like the military in the U.S. is running short of recruits - didn't I read about quotas not being met left and right?

Anyways, this letter is a little too detailed for some ordinary farm girl, so I doubt that it is genuine.
You obviously know nothing about how the government sets quotas above what it needs, because Congress always appropriates for less than what is asked...

Oh, and very funny. I approve.

Waking up at 6:00 seems awfully tough to me.

LOL

Nice one Eutrusca, can't believe anybody thinks it's actually genuine though!

teh hehehe!

It was well written. I did like it! Funny as hell.

Still like to know where he got it though.

Fakeness confirmed.

Come to think of it, the letter was pretty obviously a joke piece. LOL, it appears I suck!

Hahahaha! Yeah, thats a good one. I like the part about riding a truck back from the road march. You know, I was raised on a farm and I honestly don't remember basic being that easy. But I went through Army basic, not Marine, so maybe theirs is much easier! * waits for barrage of insults from ex- marines*

Hahahaha! Yeah, thats a good one. I like the part about riding a truck back from the road march. You know, I was raised on a farm and I honestly don't remember basic being that easy. But I went through Army basic, not Marine, so maybe theirs is much easier! * waits for barrage of insults from ex- marines*

I'm sure it'll come Yelda! Marines are touchy about their training! :D

don't forget the- "P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $200 for barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good. "

The letter itself is funny, but whats hilarious is the people here who think it's real!

The letter itself is funny, but whats hilarious is the people here who think it's real!

Yep! Come on! A 300lb Marine? Give me a break.

The people who think its propaganda are even funnier. :rolleyes: :D

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.
[Emphasis mine.]

This is my favorite part. :D

This should also confirm that the letter is obviously meant as a joke. :p

...at least, it should confirm that it's meant as a joke. Please tell me you country folk don't go around shooting at each other for no apparent reason.

--The Democratic States of Cogitation
"Think about it for a moment."

Yep! Come on! A 300lb Marine? Give me a break.
I weighed about 200lbs the first week, by AIT I was down to 160. I weighed 145 at graduation. I'm sure it would kill me now!

[Emphasis mine.]

This is my favorite part. :D

This should also confirm that the letter is obviously meant as a joke. :p

...at least, it should confirm that it's meant as a joke. Please tell me you country folk don't go around shooting at each other for no apparent reason.

--The Democratic States of Cogitation
"Think about it for a moment."


My friends and I (I grew up in rural Virginia) used to shoot at each other with .22 rifles and see who could come closest without actually hitting someone.

Don't laugh.

Eutrusca, have you been rummaging through people's mailboxes again?

*slaps Eutrusca*

:mp5: :sniper: :mp5: :sniper: :mp5: :sniper:

teh hehehe!

It was well written. I did like it! Funny as hell.

Still like to know where he got it though.
Someone just dropped it in my email in-box. I thought it was hilarious, particularly since the "author" was female! :D

A very interesting letter there my friend. Thanks for posting it.

Now where did you get it at?

http://www.geocities.com/redneck_jokes/redneck-jokes-30.html

As a person who weighs more than 250lbs myself, I can tell you how much your pride can sting when you get your ass handed to you consistently by someone who wouldn't weigh 130 pounds in a wet bathrobe.

Thanks Sensei. You rock ;)

Seriously, theres a reason why football linemen and bouncers are bought "by the pound"...that way we can just fall on anyone who's a better fighter than us.

My friends and I (I grew up in rural Virginia) used to shoot at each other with .22 rifles and see who could come closest without actually hitting someone.

Don't laugh.
I am suddenly reminded of the legend of William Tell (http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/william_tell.html).

--The Democratic States of Cogitation

O briens sandwich bars have a postcard like that. :D same kind of idea.

rofl, nothing else, just rofl :D

LETTER FROM A 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...<snip>..

Your loving daughter,

Gail

Lol, good one :)

What's so funny?



My younger sister just retired from the corp as a warrent officer.

I'm not joking....

really...

I'm sure it'll come Yelda! Marines are touchy about their training! :D
Most all of us USMC vets are smart enough to realize that IT'S A JOKE. Some of y'all need to take a break.

Yep! Come on! A 300lb Marine? Give me a break.
If the guy was 6-8, or so, and/or a real big time weight lifter, he might be able to go 300 lb. When I was in, it was the body fat measurements, as well as appearance that really counted.