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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 maybe all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a. m. , 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, 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 between 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 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 get 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 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. He joined up the same time as me. But I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and weighs 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,

Mary Lou
 
I don't get it... ... ... ... . am I supposed to be so narrow minded that I can't fathom a woman in the military??
 
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, of Boot Camp, described as Primary Training in the British Forces. In 1944, after 6 weeks, entered Infantry Training. At 18 years of age and fairly agile, Rugby at school, and at work could shin up a 90foot Gin Pole found trying to do ordinary tasks with all that webbing and kit a little confining. Unless it was Gym. it was all Battle Order Dress, plus Rifle and Steel Helmet, all that can really cramp your style. In Battalion Training all live ammo. and on manouvers one was required to carry a Pick stuffed down your back as that was used to prepare your bed for the night in a hole. Judging of today's training on the History Channel etc, I can only say," Thank God for today's technology, including Special Forces, as it seems there is a total lack of an Infantryman's most essential asset, Fieldcraft" Incidently I own the same type of Rifle, not the same one, I carried for 3 1/2 years, a #4 Enfield . 303 Bolt action single shot, if still living in the country I served, I would not be allowed to own it. I don't Treasure it, just relish the fact that I can let the Bugger get as Dirty as I wish. (is Revenge Sweet?") Scrum Down
 
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