letter home from a digger

#1
just been e-mailed this by a mate, apologies if it's duplicated elsewhere

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 station - 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 don't 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 horses to get in, no calves to feed, no troughs to clean - 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 goanna 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 bullock 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 dingo's arse 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 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 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,
Susan
 
#2
Rofcwl :)
 
#4
I'd still shag her.
 
#5
#7
Hasn't this been done before?
 
#8
I never seen it before & I thought it was funny.
 
#9
Utter bollocks, it's duplicated all over the internet like a Nigerian phishing letter.

snopes.com: Marine Life

But it still amuses the simple-minded.
I thought it was a joke... are you telling me its really a wind up :( ruined my day that has.
 
M

Mark The Convict

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#11
There's still some truth in it; the first diesel dyke I met in the Army was a WO1, who, quite literally, had a face like a saddle with eyes (shudders)
 
C

cloudbuster

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#13
"I've only been in three weeks and they've made me a Court Martial already. Have to be careful with the washing machine - I put my stuff in it, pulled the chain and it disappeared."
 
#14
FFS you guys say my English is terrible!
 

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