Triton II
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Ladies and Gentlemen, here's some Australian humour for you.<br />--------------------<br />Subject: a letter from a kid from Eromanga > > > <br /> <br />Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. > > <br /> <br />(For those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town west of Quilpie > in the far south west of Queensland) > > <br /> <br />Dear Mum & Dad, > <br /> <br />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 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 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 nothin'!! > Blokes haz gotta shave though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot > water and even a light to see what ya doing! ><br /> <br /> 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!! > <br /> <br />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 > 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 cow before the > Easter Show last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the > target -its a piece of ****!! 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! > <br /> <br />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 pickhandles 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, > Jill > >