From A Christmas Valley, Oregon 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 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 5:00
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 between 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 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. 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,