West Virginia FARM KID in Marines

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Date: Fri, Jul 8, 2011 at 5:38 AM
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West Virginia

Dear Ma and
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

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 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

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

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