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    A letter from a Tumba kid to Mum and Dad. (For those of you not in the know,
    Tumba is short or Tumbarumba, a small town not far from Wagga Wagga NSW.)

    Dear Mum & Dad,

    I am well. Hope you are. Tell big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is
    better than working on the farm - tell them to get into the Army quick
    before the jobs are all gone.

    I was a bit slow in settling down at first, because you don't get outta bed
    until 6am. I like sleeping in now, but all you do before brekky is make ya
    bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No cows to milk, no calves to
    feed, no feed to stack---nothing.

    Men must shave, but its not so bad, coz there's hot water and a light to see
    what ya doing.

    Breakfast has cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or
    possum stew. 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' - just like
    walking to the windmill in the back paddock.

    This will kill Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals
    forshooting - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's head
    and it doesn't move and its not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when
    our bull got their cow pregnant before the Ekka. All yas gotta do is make
    yourself comfortable and hit the target - piece of piss. You don't even
    load your own cartridges - they comes in boxes and ya don't have to steady
    yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload.

    Then 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 all at once like we do.

    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 guy from 5RAR - he's 6 foot
    8 and 13 stone and I'm 5 foot six and seven stone, but I fought to the end.

    I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word
    gets around how good it is.

    Your loving daughter,

    Loud Pipes Save Lives

  • #2

    hey i know that girl ...
    Some say he eats sidchrome for breakfast

    Some say he only showers on even days of the week

    Some say he put an R1 motor in a coffee machine

    All we know is he's Hewie.


    • #3
      Hmm.... yeah... I've seen some of the 'chicks' down here... :shock:

      Makes sense really...
      Aim high and consider yourself worthy of great things


      • #4
        where is here for you
        A site all parents should check regulary