[AccessD] OT Friday:Life in the Australian Army...

ROTFLMAO!!  Go, Sheilas!!

Charlotte Foust 

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Hi Andy,

Well, just make sure you don't say ANYTHING to upset the
Aussies....here's why..

Hiya OZ - (Waving my hand)  Love you guys (waving both hands)

Read it s.l.o.w.l.y.  to enjoy it.

Max





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

Sheila