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The Chip Board Archive 23

grin NCR ~ Friday Humor, February 7th...

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Keystone, who lives way out west where it hardly ever rains, sent this one about
a young marine's letter home...

A letter home from a West Virginia farm kid who recently joined the Marines...

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 get 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 until 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 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,
Alice

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