Father Fletch
SOC-12
In my in box this morning I received this email-
Subject: Low Tech Marine Recruit
LETTER FROM A FARMER, NOW AT CAMP REGINA PRIME
Dear Ma and Pa;
I Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Ennili the Imperial 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 Ennili 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 get warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs,groat-bacon, etc..., but kind of weak on groat-chops, potatoes, groat-ham, groat-steak, fried eggplant,pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Ennili you can always sit between two city boys that live on caff. 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 gets sore feet and we all ride back in gravtrucks. 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 Ennili with laughing
I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a ‘sudomunk 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 Walt and Ennili to hurry and join before other fellers get into this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Giliena
P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is Cr.200 towards a new barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.
Subject: Low Tech Marine Recruit
LETTER FROM A FARMER, NOW AT CAMP REGINA PRIME
Dear Ma and Pa;
I Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Ennili the Imperial 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 Ennili 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 get warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs,groat-bacon, etc..., but kind of weak on groat-chops, potatoes, groat-ham, groat-steak, fried eggplant,pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Ennili you can always sit between two city boys that live on caff. 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 gets sore feet and we all ride back in gravtrucks. 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 Ennili with laughing
I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a ‘sudomunk 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 Walt and Ennili to hurry and join before other fellers get into this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Giliena
P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is Cr.200 towards a new barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.
