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    Life in the army

    Life in the Australian Army

    Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad.
    (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town,
    west of Quilpie in the far south west of Queensland )


    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 quick
    smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at
    first, because ya dont hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping
    in now, cuz all ya gotta 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
    theres lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

    At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but theres no kangaroo steaks or
    possum stew like wot Mum makes. You dont get fed again until noon and by
    that time all the city boys are buggered because weve been on a route
    march - geez its 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 possums
    bum and it dont move and its 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 - its
    a piece of p!! You dont even load your own cartridges they comes in
    little boxes and ya dont have to steady yourself against the rollbar 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 - its 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 Im not a bad boxer either and it looks like Im the best the
    platoons got, and Ive only been beaten by this one bloke from the
    Engineers - hes 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the
    shoulders and as ya know Im only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin wet,but
    I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

    I cant 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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    lol. The letter should have started with G'day!

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    MCH1;3431673

    lol. The letter should have started with G'day!


    G'day MCH1 ... good idea :thumbsup:
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