Funny because it's probably true :-).

>Dear Ma and Pa:
>
>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 am, but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt &
>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, they git 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 Walter & Elmer
>you can always sit between 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 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 gets 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 an frown. They don't
>bother you none.
>
>This next will kill Walter & Elmer with laughing. I keep
>getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near
>as big as a chipmunk 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.
>
>Be sure to tell Walk and Elmer to hurry and join before
>everybody gets onto this setup and come stampeding in.
>
>Your loving daughter,
>Gail