Subject: Life in the Australian Army] babru



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 bl**dy
quick smart 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
bl**dy cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack, nothin'!!

Ya haz gotta shave 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 b*ggered because we've 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 bl**dy possum's bum and it don't 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*ss!! You don't even
load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and ya don't 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 - 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 bl**dy good it is.


Your loving daughter,

Sheila


Please PM me if this causes offence. I will delete it (it's just a bit of fun.) xxx

lol xx

pmsl xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

PMSL. No offence hun, I'd be suprised if anyone did.

it takes alot to offend us aussies! us sheilas are as tough as a bulls backside,lol. xx