Friday, October 9, 2009

Friday Funnies - Farm kid turned Marine




Kim has some funnies on Fridays and others link up to her too. After this, go over and visit her for more laughs.

FROM A FARM KID,
NOW AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT.

Dear Ma and Pa:

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minh 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.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'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 country is nice but awful flat.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot.

The Capt. 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 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.


Yeah, I know, I laughed too. You're supposed too! lol


Until next time...

5 comments:

He & Me + 3 said...

That was hysterical....Your daughter. LOL

Becky said...

Yup, I laughed too! And it's one I've never heard before. Yeah for hard work :)

Celee said...

I've read this before and love it! I didn't grow up on a farm, but I'm from West Texas and can relate. My dad took a leave of absence from Harvard law school to be a platoon leader in the 101st ariborn division in Vietnam. When asked why he wanted to go to law school he credits all the many post holes he dug as a kid out on the ranch. And of course my 10 year old got his first pistol a couple of years ago:) I guess we do things a little differently around here.

Kim @ Homesteader's Heart said...

I love that joke! LOL
Happy Friday my friend.
Kim

Kat said...

Living here, surrounded by dairy farms with a hubby who went to college so he wouldn't have to work as hard as he did on the farm his whole life... this is not quite so far fetched.