| Aussie Recruit's first letter home |
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Date: Wed, 02 Jul 2008 13:29:01 GMT
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Aussie Recruit's first letter home
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that
the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in
bloody quicksmart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in
settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until
6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is
make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform.
No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack -
nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's
lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks
or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon
and by that time all the city boys are sugared because we've been on a
'route march' geez it's only just like walking to the windmill in the
back paddock!!
This one will kill me Brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep
getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a
bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya
like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize
cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself
comfortable and hit the target - it's easy.
You don't even load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and
ya don't have to steady yourself against the roll bar of the roo
shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real
careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and
Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at
home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best
the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from
the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles
across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone
wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to
the boozer.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before
word gets around how bloody good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Sheila
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