LETTER FROM A FARM KID NOW AT THE MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT IN SAN DIEGO.
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 by the 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 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 back 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,
Gail
Submitted by TJ McGinley
A fun read and a surprise ending for me. Thanks for posting.
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Enjoyed the article. Parris Island would make her right at home with the swamp. Bill USMC VIET VET.
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“A route march is about as far as our mailbox.” Too funny. I like the humour in this article.
Happy New Year.
Shalom aleichem
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Hilarious. Thanks.
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A great read but a person knows MCRD is not like that!!
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An oldie but a goldie……………good ‘un!
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You could’ve fooled me. Gail??? Wow!
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Yeah, that’s one has been around.. My Dad (WWII Marine) used to tell this story: Dad had learned to shoot before joining the Marines and was a very good shot with a rifle. While out on the rifle range in boot camp, he fired one series of five shots very quickly with a bolt action 30.06 Springfield rifle. The Drill Instructor walked over to the firing pit and rapped Dad on top the helmet with his swagger stick. “You’re firing too fast,” said the Sergeant, “Slow down.” When the target was pulled and scored, however, all five of the bullets had gone in the bullseye. The Sergeant never told him to slow down again.
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Love iit
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Old joke but still funny …
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Good Humor, we need a little to jump start 2021. A Vietnam grunt, 25th Infantry, 1/27th Wolfhounds Company D, 1st Platoon 69-70.
David Endean
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