[GZG] [OT] Army Life

G'day guys,

Thought this may bring a chuckle to some here. I'm sure there are
probably US or UK equivalents that do the rounds and apologies to those
who've seen this before, but here is a quip on "Life in the Oz Army".
And make sure you read right to the end ;)

Cheers

Beth

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Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that
the Army is better than working on the farm. Tell them to get in bloody
quick smart before the jobs are all gone.  I woz a bit slow in settling
down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6 am. But I
like sleeping in now, coz all you 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.

Nothing!

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 buggered 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 shooting - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a
bloody 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 and its a piece of piss. 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 you 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.

Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the
platoons 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 as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringing 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,

Sharon

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