Yeah, I miss "Gail" too. ;-)


>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